Tag: children
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time.
I stole a weekTo have the patience, For a child adjusting to changeTo have a cake cooling on the counterFor when the children came homeTo commune with a friend, a cup of coffee, to lastFor hoursTo complete the long delayed to-do list, onlyFor it to regenerate. Wouldn’t it be great if this was Real life?To…
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school holidays.
What did I do on my holiday? I made snacks and more snacks. Lunch, dinner, dishes, meals on repeat. I held hands, small and warm. Steered across the road, on balancing beams, secured in fears and tears. I nestled and nuzzled, with sweet faces and warm breath. I watched the rain fall on the cold…
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little hands.
Little hands warm on my face.Your touch is soft and gentle.You snuggle into me, comfort at last. My heart beat steady, felt in your chest. You Exhale.Together our bodies echo the thought – I am safe. I am home.I am loved.Little fingers busily moving.Waking from slumber and ready to play.I wrap this moment firmly in…
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diggers & unicorns
My son asked me to draw a diggerMy daughter asked for a unicornBoys love all things concrete, and concrete.Real, reliable, strong, dependableStrength you can touchLike the wheels on a dump truckAnd depend uponLike Spider-Man’s websUs girls are still chasing magicAnd the elusive beautyof all we cannot fully seeLike unicorns and fairiesTheir flight and whimsyBringing hope…
letters and lattes 