After two more
Baby Blue Eyes
and hair strokes
in the room,
the door closes
enough to confirm
conscious ears. Whew!
Usually.
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Author:
Trenz Pruca (
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Comments2
... there is most definitely something here that works for me ..
... intrigue till the very end ...
Thank you. I appreciate your comment and so does Naida.
reminds me of tiptoeing out
with the door left ajar, after putting
an energetic troublemaker to bed
then silently, pensively
lurking outside the door
looking back, just to insure
they were not feigning being asleep
cos you know
if they don't get that timely rest
the waking-up wars, in the morning
will be unending... lol
(sorry for I've hijacked
your original meaning for this write
to some unfathomed realm, of interpretation) lol
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Thank you for your kind comment and the imagery.
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