Pit Hour

Monday, November 24, 2008

the little bare feet patter
into the kitchen after me
once the quiet fills the house
and drowns out all the cries

a touch, a tear,
little arms around my neck
a little face cupped in my hands
we cuddle sad and soft

afternoon sunlight plays on our toes
the pots and pans come out
the crying starts again
our day is almost done


Alethea Jordan said...

Cute! I like. =D

the dork rules said...

I can see your faces, hear your voices... and I can hear the little feet. =D The pots and pans are drowning out every other sound! =)

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