Clothes are being shed as they are walking up the driveway
Open baggage overflowing abandoned with a thump
The bodies and the water make dramatic contact
I hear and feel the flying liquid as their vocalisations fill the air with laughter and delight
Hours of play ensue
My ears and mind dance with their chatter and refreshing screams
Until they are too hungry or too tired
Children with faces I love, my children at ease and at peace
Sitting at the table alert, open and shining in my eyes.
I can feel it, envision it, smell it...
ReplyDeleteMary
ReplyDeleteYou have a special way to describe what you write. Literally you make my imagination a part of your thoughts