Is there something exciting
about sweeping away
bits of leaves and grass
and little toy strays?  

Do you feel
a sense of accomplishment
in the chaos
of two older siblings?  

Your hands grip tight
like nothing else matters
pushing bristles past
table legs and a-dult sneakers.  

Was there ever a thing
that brought me such joy
at two and a half years
feisty and growing?  

Now?
Is it possible to hold on with gusto
to feel such delight
in something so simple?