Sitting with my son
Kicking the breeze
Time to be silent
Time to chat
The luxury of hours and days
Rather than minutes and seconds
The delight of real hugs
Not blowing kisses at skype screens
Awakening to a loved one
Padding around the flat
Filling memory banks
With rich anecdotes
Of music making
Word crafting
Thought inducing moments
Make me realise
Such conversations are a process
As ancient as the hills
As noble as Socrates
As profound as morning light
Bringing illumination
to the hurting heart
Perfect
ReplyDeleteglad you think so sweetheart x
DeleteVery good!!
ReplyDeletethanks my love xx
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