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Donna Butler Poem
Kitchen Dancing
For Joshua
He swirls into the kitchen with a grin on his face.
His favourite song plays on the radio.
Hips and shoulders move to the rhythm.
This is my own private show.
His body moves fast; he almost loses balance.
His pre-adolescent legs getting longer every day.
He grabs my arms and raises them above my head.
We twist about together, socks on tile floor.
Laughing and breathless we dance until it ends.
He hugs me tight before he dashes off quicker than he arrived.
Him back to his games and me making his dinner.
A once daily ritual now less frequent than before.
My little boy is growing up, soon a little boy no more.
Copyright © Donna Butler | Year Posted 2017
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Donna Butler Poem
A superpower some claim it to be.
Turning yarn into a cardigan or doily.
Click clack go the needles in a flurry.
Beginners wonder why the hurry.
“Onto the next project!” we say.
Although we started two more the other day.
Knitting and crocheting plenty of squares
Ready for the Yarnbomb, we’ll put it out there
On the nursery gate right by the road.
So much pride in ourselves we might just explode.
Off to craft club - show and tell.
Looks like that one didn’t come out to well.
Christmas is coming, prepare for the fayre!
A table is booked to sell our ware.
Hours of toil until we fill with glee
Hearing the words “Isn’t that lovely!”
Copyright © Donna Butler | Year Posted 2017
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