I couldn’t stand it anymore–
all the toys out on the floor,
and yet, although the toys looked fun,
they were not used by anyone,
except, sometimes, to hurt our feet,
or keep our house from looking neat.
“One-at-a-time, not all-at-one-time,”
I said one day while feeling fine
while sorting play things into sacks
and bags and boxes just to pack
them all up on a shelf, real high,
where none could reach, but me and I.
It seemed the more I took away,
the more that she could find to play!
And now she knows, that if she asks,
I’ll fetch one box– a simple task.
