the Poetry of Life – #001

Whoosh, grrrr – then I sit to staycafe2
On my chair, with a hot latte.
I put it down and turn around
To find a boy down on the ground!
I pick him up and hold him close
‘Til he’s sure he’s loved the most.
I put him on the couch to sit
And stop from falling – for a bit.
I go to get him a small drink
And see some dishes in the sink.
So I stop to clean a few
Then spy another chore to do.
When a few more things are done
I check back on my little one.
Fast asleep with blanket is he
So I breathe and remember – ME!
I grab my cup and sit to hold
My latte that is now too cold.

copyright 2009 AKent

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