Peeked Over the Edge of Monday
Peeked over the edge of Monday
Weary…eyes blinking, birds chirping
Spoke to the Keurig: “black, no sugar”
It growled back, slowly.
It seemed to be saying:
“Never go jogging with a 2 year old”
How can someone with legs that short
Be that quick….and curious…
Every stone a mystery
Every flower an invitation
Every moment an inspiration.
When he shouts: “PAPA!!”
The kid inside me starts dancing.
John G. Lawless
©5/8/2023
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2023
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