In our house you can’t grab a jar by its cap because she never tightens the lid. Milk spills, glass breaks, pills scatter.
The zippers on food storage bags are mere suggestion to her, so the refrigerator smells of onion and the cheese dries out.
But her eyes narrow and close like a cat's when she takes a big bite of a sandwich. And in her stockinged feet she walks like an elf; ineffably, heart-breakingly beautiful in the humble things she does a thousand times a day.
She walks in grace, and her feet never touch the floor.
The zippers on food storage bags are mere suggestion to her, so the refrigerator smells of onion and the cheese dries out.
But her eyes narrow and close like a cat's when she takes a big bite of a sandwich. And in her stockinged feet she walks like an elf; ineffably, heart-breakingly beautiful in the humble things she does a thousand times a day.
She walks in grace, and her feet never touch the floor.
