My son is like a magpie
stealing objects from around our house
to adorn his new room
so that on one single day
I lost my spice rack
and my bedside table
and the small bowl
in which I place my earrings
when I walk in the front door,
which was the last straw
and I had already lost my temper
before I saw how he had arranged it all
with such painstaking care
it made it impossible to take any of it back
as the objects protested with hushed faces
that they had finally been shown the love
they had been quietly wishing for
all this time.
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