Don’t Stress the Mess

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Don’t stress the mess

It will only last a moment

Treat it like the sunset sky

Take a picture, hold it

Objects scattered everywhere

On tables and floors

Where little hands play

Where great minds explore

And every single little thing

You see, Means something

To these great minds

A doll, a box, a piece of string

Every broken piece

Saved to glue or sew

Everything means something

These great minds know

They don’t hold back

From loving each thing personally

Playing, laughing, crying,

Loving…unconditionally

I’m learning not to stress this mess

I love these things too

They even make me think…

Of who gave them to you

Loved ones, some young, some old

Some have even passed

So don’t stress the mess

Hold on to everything, make it last

Written by: Maureen O’Neill

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