Monday, January 18, 2016

Monday WRites 44

I watch her fly her bubbles in the backyard

Light and its lightness captured in spaces diaphanous

I drew a picture once, on a postcard

And held a thousand memories in a rosebud sensuous

She, is my grandchild, child of my son

He of my husband, this son of mine, one

So she lets fly her bubbles, this child of my heart

While i hold on to my memories, and we both revel in delight
BUBBLES © gillena cox 2016

You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites ( musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #44, ❧✿❧ ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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