Shopping for some fabric,

a do-over for worn window seats,

I suddenly think of couch and chairs,

the rug, the floor, and even the walls,

all in need of a do-over too.

So overwhelming –

not the ever-expanding task,

but the unexpected surge of feeling,

  the sharp realization

that the one doing the do-over

needed to be done over too.





This entry was posted in poetry.

2 comments on “Do-Over

  1. cindy knoke says:

    I know what this feels like.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Wow! I can relate.

    Liked by 1 person

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