Traces of children
It’s a sunny morning,
except under that duvet,
where a little hair and warmth
signify twelve-year-old life
asleep, still, and dreaming.
By the time I returned from the bathroom, he was gone.
Noises in the garden.
Later I found a magnetic banana stuck to the dishwasher.
This made me smile. Lovely 🙂
cute, well done.
How divine when you come to poetry potluck,
Week 43 is free verse week, submit 1 to 3 random poems, enjoy the fun!
Hope to see you tonight.
we are to open within 4o minutes, come on it, missed your presence, keep it up.