The daughter of my daughter

Long ago

she reached into a cabinet to pull out

pots and pans, metal ones that clanged onto

the linoleum floor, the same floor 30 years later,

black and white tiles, chipped and stained.

today, the child of the "she" from long ago

reaches into a drawer to pull out plastic

gelato and Rubbermaid storage

containers, throwing them to the ground,

then dropping to her knees and butt to

determine how to screw the tops back

onto the bottoms. 

she did not succeed today but she 

will,

very

soon. 

tag: Mira