Friday, November 20, 2009

Arms wide open


Arms wide open
beautiful blond heads racing
headlong towards me
screeches of delight
to see me. Me.
Precious

Sulking lower lips
accusing me of treason
as dreaded supper sits cold
on table so long
long enough to raise tones of mine;
Ire

Sleeping bodies
surrounded by books
blankies and cuddlies
Day is forgotten
Smiles survive
Love

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