Labor Day

We labored on labor day

Cleaning out the Prodigal’s room

Uncluttering the garage

Custodians of his crap

Boxes and Boxes of stuff

Clothes, Cords and Computer paraphernalia

Ebay purchases…internet deals

Results of his buying sprees

Litter every corner

No resemblance of order

Or as to why he needs all this stuff

Or wanted it in the first place

The Prodigal called

Asked if he could stop by and pick up a thing or two

Came with a new friend from his house

Saw all the stacks of neatly placed boxes

Of his stuff

Says he doesn’t have room for this stuff

Again

“Would we please keep it for him until he has his own place?”

Again

We box it all up and close the lids

Still trying to

Close this chapter of our lives