The wind
Touches your hair
Your hand
In mine
Little fingers
Wrapped in my callous palm
You tug me
To see your rock
To tell you
The name of a shell
Birdy
Birdy
You point out to me
Shoulders
Shoulders
I lift you up
We find stones
You skip
I walk
You roll
I skip
Stones to your delight
We walk back
To the house
Paint pot
Red cheeks
Fingers and toes
That is #6 day five….I have the kids this weekend so I lost track….
That was so sweet. Enjoyed this imagery and I can imagine the rosy little cheeks of children enjoying time with their father.
Thanks Madison! Like I said On your blog, I pushed this out at about two in the morning. I feel kind of forced right know. I have jumped in to a world of writers and on top of that I have been submerged in the writings of a poet I find fascinating, the influences around me are strong right now. I am also not happy with the spacing on the page. Tech crap I will have to figure out. I know my voice and right now I am not coming through but these writings will do for now.
this reminded me of when my kids were small, now i do this with my grandkids…
beautiful image of a day with dad…
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maryrose
Thanks Mary that is what I was going for. Your kind words are greatly appreciated!
Tom