CHILDHOOD'S SMILING FACE

by: Clay Harrison

There is a path of disarray
that children leave behind
A trail of toys not put away,
of clothes they cannot find.

Spills and spors and stains
so mysteriously do appear,
Like muddy footprints when it rains
and "no one's been in here!"

These are the growing pains
that mom and dad must share
Until they vanish like the stains
and are no longer there.

Then in immaculate solitude
all is in its place...
But lost somewhere in the interlude
is childhood's smiling face.

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