belly laughs and giggles
chasing one another
down hallways
and around chairs.
occasional bellows from
a grumpy uncle
sounds like a foghorn
as the day winds down
and nights breathing
is heard in tree and
bird song.
this is the twighlight hour
that must be filled
with stories and songs-
rituals hearalding
bedtime and dreams.
Thank God. *laughing*
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2 comments:
Its good to see you writing poetry again, M'Luv!
And it's fun and picturesque poetry :-)
Hi, Gina!
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