Cleaning out the garage what a mess
Old cans, rags, boxes part of the quest
Digging and cursing through the lack of order
Each pile drawing lines of ownership border
Up on the ladder to reach for
A chair or ski pole or just more
Of the stuff we don’t use anymore
Came crashing down on the floor
A pirouette off the ladder so high
Anger and frustration lead to a sigh
Rolling quickly out of reach came still
Your favorite ball in the corner
Not a baseball or football or any type
Of ball that any sport could hype
It was big, orange and bounced with a pang
At that moment memory of your smile rang
Yes you loved that ball and you smiled
All day – as it bounced you for miles
For a moment then all turned to wonder
Placing back life, like the ball in the corner
skipping stones 