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Then You Hug Me

Why is it that you cannot get out of bed?
I look at your eyes and see
That you are lost in your sleepy head.
It's breakfast time and I know that
I'll have to chase you down the stairs again.

Then you hug me.

Hurry, hurry! Late again!
You have your pants around your ankles;
Your nose buried deep in a book.
Blankly, you blink at me as I cry out!
You leap to your feet and

Then you hu...

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Rain

I hear the pat of a falling drop
On the skylight above my bed.
Sleep won't come early tonight.
The sound repeats and I dread
That drumming keeping me awake.

I lie awake in torrent
Churning the day gone past.
Hoping my woes and my anxieties
Will drown in the self pity that is -
The pounding of the rain.

Fatigued. My weary body
Throws up an umbrella up to stop
Further thought from hi...

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Children

Scurrying like rats in the sewers,
Swiftly hiding from the flashlight.

Tree-climbing tailess monkeys,
Grinning mischievously down you.

An orchestra of laughing, screaming, crying, playing,
With a mad conductor presiding over them.

A football, a skate board, a stone, a stick, a leaf.
Digging in dirt or becoming superheroes.

Ignoring pleas for calm and quiet;
Unwilling to tidy, clea...

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Children

A bag of things

What's this, under the stairs?
Oh! It's a bag of "things"
Been left from when you
Cleaned the car out.
Six months ago.
Shall we look and see what treasures it holds?
A single black sock with a giraffe on it.
A shiny chocolate wrapper.
Year old shopping recipts and half a dozen car park tickets;
Are these the missing work expenses?
A pen; it's leaked; staining the bag
and a leaflet for t...

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