Sometimes,
messes are beautiful.
They tell bubble stories,
and echo cupcake laughter.
Moments spent with friends.
So many imaginary battles, with plenty of back-up.
Not enough love for this porch to hold.
Let school wait a bit.
Give the mess a seat of honor,
for in the freedom of play, there is an establishment
of sanctuary.
Cheering you on & checking the fuel gauge,
Layla
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