The lost continent of Atlantis
was discovered today,
shoved under your bed, resting on a pile of dirty socks
and PopTart wrappers, next to your missing retainer.
No one who has ever seen your room
was surprised when I described the green hills,
the ships in the harbor,
the castles and the marble statues rising up.
If you ever find this note—
(unlikely, since I tucked it beneath your pillow–)
you will sigh and roll your eyes
and ask, Can’t you just tell me
to clean my room, like a normal mother?