Toothpaste
Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
Queen of the Universe,
for chocolate chips
melted into a couch cushion,
bandaids on the shower wall,
and toothpaste. so. much. toothpaste—
crusted onto the tube,
smeared on the bathroom counter,
cemented to sinks and walls.
Blessed are You
for Cheerios on the kitchen floor
crushed into powder,
coat wet and dirty
from a night in the back yard,
sandal forever lost
in the mud of Anthony Lake,
chip crumbs in the bunk bed.
Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
Queen of the Universe,
for candle wax dripped
down the cupboard door,
Q-tips cut into pieces,
gum saved on the dining table “for later.”
Two young humans dwell here
who create often and live large.
May they always have
permission to be messy and alive,
and enough money for toothpaste.
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Curious why you use Queen of the Universe. Just curious.
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Good question! In prose writing I refer to God regularly with both feminine and masculine pronouns. In poems I’ve only used the phrase “Queen of the Universe” rather than “King of the Universe,” twice. It felt right for this one, maybe because these are all things I experience as a mother.
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Yes!!!
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