Struggling today to write but I managed to produce a poem to post.
The children in my dreams do not have names. They smile and point to treats on the tables in front of them. They reach for more than their fingers can hold and I allow it. There is plenty to have.
Who’s children are these? They grin and listen to the words I say. I look at their faces trying to recognize something in their smiles, their eyes. I see only shiny energy and wonder.
And I am calm, unfazed by all the questions they ask, all the things they do not know.
Hmm, this doesn’t have a title and perhaps it’s not all the way finished. I like what I have here. We’ll see what unfolds with this later on if necessary. Thanks for joining me on this 5th day. Enjoy your Sunday and stay safe.