dark juniper splash
against white stucco
screen door creaks
against the morning quiet
three blond mops running
each by her own legs
in breathless agitation
haloed in the risen sun
she waits
"There's kittens, Daddy"
"I can ride a bike now"
"Look Daddy,
finger stuck in mouth
I loft a toof "
I missedyoumissedyoumissedyou
she waits
leaning
brilliant against the white stucco
for his touch
YOU ARE READING
Love in all its Colours
Poetrya spectrum of deeply felt personal relationships, of meaningful selflessness and reciprocity "not always pretty not always fun not just for the young"
