It's clashing colors
Through and through
Twelve weeks of children
Out of school is no vacation
Everything we love is
Special like china
Everything we love is
Reckless and random
We sail across skies
To grab clippings of our loved ones
Plant them in our hearts
But that garden is tilled too soon
A mother totes toddlers
Into tiny cramped places
No ground to plant feet on
What we think and
What we know reverberate
It's fuchsia and chartreuse
The red muddy river
And bright blue skies
Nothing matches ever
Not in motherhood
Not in love
Not in God
It always clashes
So well notice it
Remember it
Treasure it
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