Sometimes I leave a poem out
To share with them
They grunt a response
To let me know
They read it
…sort of
Then ask
‘What’s for supper?’
Sometimes I point out
The shapes of leaves
New born, etched
On May’s dusk
They nod and
Continue discussing
That
‘Really good song by so-and-so’
Sometimes they make
My heart stop
Right there
In the middle
Of Ordinary
As they say, ‘look Mom,
Look at the way the sun hits those trees,
Isn’t it cool?’
© Janet Martin
I've never found the poems were to popular with my children!
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:) thank-you and same here.
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