Little Grays

Little grays

The scissors are saved

How happy I am to hold them

Oh my god

The kitchen in flames

How happy that I was home then

Throwing your book in the driveway

Running back in through the door

I can’t remember how I opened the drawer

Little grays

The sirens each day

Where they are going,

I couldn’t imagine

Now, the cobwebs are gray

Covered in ashes

Washing the dust off the dishes

Sweeping the dust from the floor

Heart full when I find the scissors I thought were all gone