Acceptance

I wonder
what misdeeds of yours
will follow you home this time,
what curious sins
will be snagged on your clothes
like burrs for me to pick off
one at a time
and flick into the fire.
They'll crumble into ash,
so dry with little substance to them.
Some minor faults are easily dealt with.
We'll say nothing
of the larger ones
that slink in after you
and curl up on the hearth to sleep.
They'll trail after us
like obedient pets
until we feed them
and learn to live with them.