In Her Nest Reading
Where is Selma? I asked her mother.
You won’t believe me.
I might.
Reading in her nest.
I thought her mom meant her bed.
But her bed was empty.
Her mom led me to the den.
Selma was sprawled out, reading her I-pad.
Her body was lounging on top of pillows shaped like eggs
They were reposing on an overstuffed nest.
I thought I was spoiled! I said.
Selma laughed.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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