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
2 comments:
Cute! I like. =D
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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