Leave their clothes as they drop

before baths

before bed

The crumpled trousers



from days of play

the blackened bottoms of their white socks

just as they tossed them

i know they should pick them up

put them away

learn all those lessons

for their later days

but I leave till the morning

the mess of their being

I know

I will glance

At an hoovered empty rug

And remember

each shadow

each mud splat

exactly as they lay