Wintermitts - Julie Doiron

Lego toys on the counters

Dolls stuffed in a bag

All the wintermitts on the radiators

Are some of the things that I love

Boots and boots and boots

Are stacked on wet newspapers

There’re puddles to avoid

And the chorus from the kitchen sings

«I love you»

Toilet paper tubes in every room

He will use for constructions

Drawings of Charlotte when she was a baby

In my belly they were safe

They used to catch me crying

I should not have cried that much

But then they would console me

They have such a gentle touch

Would bring me a kleenex and tell me

Everything was okay

Now I know it will be

When I go away

They go on without me

But it never is the same

And it makes my heart ache