Soft laughter floats
through the window
overlooking the playground.
Innocent delight,
such a pleasant sound.
No worries, no cares,
unless a stumble
and scraped knee intrudes.
Home to Mommy,
clean the cut, she
always in control.
Do you remember the moment
you discovered
that no one was in charge,
that nature was scraped
beyond all repair?
No comments:
Post a Comment