Another childhood picture
Twelve years old,
apron on, making dinner,
younger children wait.
Dinner finished,
Bathtime finished, bedtime story
Then a book to read.
Up until midnight,
cup of tea, dinner ready,
waiting for Mom.
apron on, making dinner,
younger children wait.
Dinner finished,
Bathtime finished, bedtime story
Then a book to read.
Up until midnight,
cup of tea, dinner ready,
waiting for Mom.
Labels: family, love, memory, One Deep Breath, poetry, stories
posted by Plain Foolish | 7:02 AM
5 Comments:
This really touched me in a way I'm not sure I can describe.
I agree with quiet paths. This one reaches deep. Accolades for taking on the tasks, enjoying the reward. Provocative piece, for sure and nicely done!
The tone suggests loneliness and love. This is wonderful.
Writing in Faith
wow, this is a really intense one, the child needing to fill the role of the adult and take care of the younger siblings. well done!
this took me somewhere beyond childhood (i am an only child)...my oldest daughter & i often share tea after the day's chores have ended...your offering is lovely
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