Old friends 

It’s been a score of years
yet more
since we met.
First netball court foes
then school class allies
heartaches and discos
slack through the Uni years
reunited through
wedding weekends away.
And now
babies’ later
I see you afresh
sitting on tiny chair
conversing with my son
as the centre of his
three year old world.
He’s beaming
and so is my heart. 
Inspired by EW chatting with my son

shower

I’m staring absently
in the shower
as the water
cascades down
over and over. 

The droplets
splash the bathtub
in a of pattern
of sparkling
excitement
again and again. 

They remind me
of a moonlit beach
dancing on a
moonlit beach
from long ago. 

A memory
almost forgotten. 

Inspired by: another long night 

sleep

I’m Brigette Jones again
staring at my loved one
while they sleep:
my daughter, still fresh
into this world. 

A little caress,
a gentle stroke
on her blooming cheek
won’t harm
won’t wake.
Risky though. 

I might disturb
the innocent calm.
Can’t resist
the softness
of her tender skin.
The need
to be connected.
Inspired by: resting baby