on this day
when the sky
resembles god's bellybutton
filled with fuzzy
only he knows
where it comes from lint
and the ground, sodden
and squelchingly muddy
and puddles abound
on this day....we look to
each other and find old
board games and puzzles to
play...kerplunk, unbarrelled
monkeys...snakes and ladders.....and jenga
all entertain...as we play
just us three....
(for nanna there is cricket
and napping)
now it is mid afternoon
and we are tumble together
like monkeys on the couch
tod...sleeping thumb in mouth...and us wrapped together....beginning the slow forplay that will
come to fruition tonight...
we have stolen this day...
and are happy....in doing so
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
on this day
when the sky
resembles god's bellybutton
filled with fuzzy
only he knows
where it comes from lint
and the ground, sodden
and squelchingly muddy
and puddles abound
on this day....we look to
each other and find old
board games and puzzles to
play...kerplunk, unbarrelled
monkeys...snakes and ladders.....and jenga
all entertain...as we play
just us three....
(for nanna there is cricket
and napping)
now it is mid afternoon
and we are tumble together
like monkeys on the couch
tod...sleeping thumb in mouth...and us wrapped together....beginning the slow forplay that will
come to fruition tonight...
we have stolen this day...
and are happy....in doing so
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