tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post1439787790206677275..comments2024-03-25T10:07:31.278-07:00Comments on There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town: Poetry Friday: Cleaning UpRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-32730297777535672342014-05-31T19:02:42.088-07:002014-05-31T19:02:42.088-07:00Love the sweet sadness and truth of this - what we...Love the sweet sadness and truth of this - what we want to hang on to, and what we simply can never give away.Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13626451110946889157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-46108431941583980482014-05-31T04:21:47.032-07:002014-05-31T04:21:47.032-07:00HA! You totally hit a nerve with this post! So. Ve...HA! You totally hit a nerve with this post! So. Very. True. I reclaimed my home a bit last weekend when I should have been working on report cards. It's like I needed to remind myself that THIS is where I really live, not room 228 at DWE!!Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-50656030524832738342014-05-30T18:35:43.814-07:002014-05-30T18:35:43.814-07:00I know how you feel at the end of the year. Though...I know how you feel at the end of the year. Though I have loads of work to do, now that the year is over, I have spent the week cleaning and rearranging my office. Now that it's done, the house is next!<br /><br />Thanks for sharing this poem.Triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-29561507897519738692014-05-30T17:07:15.253-07:002014-05-30T17:07:15.253-07:00A teacher came to me today, and asked if I wanted ...A teacher came to me today, and asked if I wanted any of the books with my name that he took when he took my place in the classroom. It was nice of him to ask, but no, I gave away much then, and do not want them back. But I connected immediately with your words, Ruth, knowing that teachers do clean out at school & at home want to catch up with that which they have put off all year. Don't you love that final line of the poem, "I’m lying. I’ve kept everything she’s ever given me." Hard to give some things up! Happy cleaning!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-57001969645095326202014-05-30T15:56:12.901-07:002014-05-30T15:56:12.901-07:00Ruth, when the cleaning genes were handed out, I w...Ruth, when the cleaning genes were handed out, I was missing that day. I definitely see myself in the poem--I even work in a library.Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.com