his hungry mouth gone slack
the batter of syllables ceases
sleep beats him
like a brother, leaving
his body to bob
and shudder, as we turn
the pram, half-
a-suburb from home
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Great post thanks. I really enjoyed it very much. You have excellent content on your blog.
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Ah! you are bringing back the memories!
sitting in a rocking chair, bonding, I contemplated the forces that make it wander sideways across the room.
was I controlling them?
sometimes, I just sits and bonds: and sometimes, I just bonds.
Strong and beautiful words for an innocent and idyllic scene. Nice!
Other excellent snapshot of a moment in his life…beautiful.
wonderful portrayal of the battle between hunger and sleep – I can just see him succumbing to the latter as he travels in the pram – so vivid!
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