another move

Apples, apples, apples.

Cheerios and pills littered everywhere.

Rubbermaid bins filled every space, now emptied.

Forty cans of soup – vegetable beef her favorite.

A status of St. Francis and an angel playing wind chimes.

Carpet bristling with straight pins.

Two small harps.

The refrigerator almost made my sister puke.

I vacuumed up the carpets, picking pins.

Best we could do.