Making a mess, organization the end goal,
Color coordinated containers to make my space whole.
Start with black, it’s the easiest to fill,
Let’s in no light, preserving what is mine for no one to steal.
Next in line I see is yellow, brightening my day, holding that which makes me smile,
With great care, as fond memories squeeze my heart, I tuck you away, protecting your style.
Feeling control as each item is placed,
Careful records I keep so all can be traced.
Bittersweet describes what belongs in green,
The item wrapped tightly, no need to speak of what it does mean.
Wiping sweat from my brow, hand on my hip,
See what’s next and decide to skip.
No time to dwell, I remove the lid from the deepest red,
Recalling so easy each detail about what belongs in it, the smiles brought and words that were said.
Working quickly and effortlessly purple, orange, and then tan are locked tight,
All in place, nestled together without a fight.
What’s left to sort out, I know there are two,
Yet one empty container, colored royal blue
I am stuck now, what should I do, neither are tarnished, both are new.
Which stays present and which in royal blue,
Tell me, do I choose You or You?
