Mother

Pointedly dropping her shoes

on the floor, she laughs.

She just swept. And mopped.

And put everyone else’s shoes

away.

There is deliberate

Rebellion in her act.

A quiet, momentary anarchy.

In her most victorious, almost convincing,

Confidence,

She walks away.

The shoes lay there

In stoic homage to her uprising.

Until later, when

She silently returns to

put them away.