The middle distance gaze long before they reach Any Other Business
Busiest with friends we don’t see nor doubt are as real as you feel
Felt around for like a ring with a finger that makes for your microphone
Phone-calls made from bathrooms, forecourts and railway stations
Stationed at the crossroads of impulse and prudent purchases
Chased up stairs-ways and over car seats and back again
Gaining new songs that are sung with lyrics misheard
Heard issuing orders to fluffy companions happy to oblige
Happiest covered in cushions with feet peeping beneath
Not four but farther off than the three we’ll never again see
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Beautiful…..ya big soppy girl :-))))) * pokes at bit of grit in eye*
Ta. Yes. There’s a fine line between sharing the affection for off-spring and unashamedly manipulating the reader.
Oh my goodness I love this. It’s full of life but just sentimental enough to kill us at the end.
Apologies, tric. We had a road trip together over the weekend so it could’ve been a lot worse. I know you’ve seen a few threes in the rear-view. I cling on. For now. 🙂