Poems

The Child.

The Child.

 

The sun slides off your fair hair

Touches your shoulder and falls

To the pebbles by your toes.

Wide-eyed, you clutch the leaf

Touch the caterpillar,

Hold it to your nose

And laugh.  That laugh –

That fills my heart, little guy,

Tiny white teeth and chocolate

Around your mouth.  And hugs.

Hugs for me with grubby hands

For life and laughter but most of all

The pleasure of finding bugs.

 

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Catherine Broughton is a novelist, a poet and an artist. Her books are on Kindle and Amazon, or can be ordered from most leading book stores and libraries.  Her web site is http://www.turquoisemoon.co.uk

Posted by Catherine Broughton on 1 September 2012
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