. Go, Fading Leaf __Go, fading leaf, Tell him who thought my heart to spurn __That life is brief (But briefer still his love did burn __I fool enough was to return). __Tell him who sold Our shaky venture for the rock __Of love grown cold: He ought to’ve taken better stock __Ere he imposed such thermal shock. __And as you fall, Take care to whisper in his ear, __"She was your all," Lest he forget he held me dear, __And let my memory disappear. __Then decompose; As earth receives your nutrients, __To him disclose The essence of my elements __In everything he reaps from hence. . . (All Scolding Aside) You left the burner on again, my son. Come on, you're more responsible than that! Yes, I forgive you. Next time, when you're done Be sure to turn it off. Now, wipe that splat Of batter off the stove... and wall... and floor – Don't want the dog to come and eat that stuff. Haven't I told you all of this before? "Cleanup is part of meal prep." Good enough? No, not so fast – you see that greasy pan? At least leave it to soak there in the sink. Fine. Thank you, son. You've done the best you can, But you'll do better next time, don't you think? __(Though I don't care much how my kitchen looks __If truth be told. I'm just so glad he cooks!) . . Anna J. Arredondo grew up in Pennsylvania, where she fell in love with poetry from a young age. After living in Mexico for six years, during which time she met and married her husband, she returned to Pennsylvania for one more decade. An engineer by education, home educator by choice, and poet by preference, she relocated in 2017 and currently resides in Westminster, CO with her husband and three school-age children. Anna has recently had poems published in The Lyric and Time of Singing.