CHILD MINDING

A clatter as the old box is
tipped out on to the kitchen table,
adding more clutter to the things
not yet cleared away.

Small hands reach for treasures.
Eyes large, tongue helping,
she concentrates on building a world.
Reality takes a back seat and life dances
between the butter dish and the sugar bowl.

The quietness is inlaid with
the child’s soft humming.
Contentment settles like a
carelessly thrown cashmere shawl.

© Marion Sharville

About Marion Sharville

A website of Poems and Short stories
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2 Responses to CHILD MINDING

  1. Kevin Monk says:

    Another gem, Nan.

    I remember sitting quite contentedly at your dining room table creating a world out of the building blocks.

    Glad to hear your stuff looks like it might get featured in AgeUK magazine. Great stuff.

  2. Thanks Kev, your comments are always appreciated. Glad you liked this one. Looking forward to the wedding.
    Love
    Nan

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