The middle distance gaze
long before they reach
Any Other Business.
Busiest with friends
we don’t see nor doubt
are real as you feel.
Felt around for
like an absent ring
with a finger that makes
for your microphone.
Phonecalls made
from bathrooms, forecourts
railway stations.
Stationed at crossroads
of impulse and
prudent purchases.
Chased up stairways
over car-seats
and back again.
Gaining new songs 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. 🙂