Wednesday 5 February 2014

Socks



Life ticks over in mundane ways
The ever repeating arguments
That take up half the day
The piles of things, wrappers, washing
laying in the way of peace;
Of pause without thought

Is a mother
Always twice the age
Of every other?
I see two years here, four there, feel ancient.

Actually ancient sounds good
Feels clean, honest, honed and wisdom worthy.

I am crumpled laundry faded with dust

1 comments:

Frigidheat said...

Absolutely beautiful. Perfect capture. <3