“The Child” by Catherine Broughton

04 Sep

The sun slides off your fair hair

Touches your shoulder and falls

To the pebbles by your toes.

Wide-eyed, you clutch the leaf

Touch the caterpillar,

Hold it to your nose

And laugh. That laugh –

That fills my heart, little guy,

Tiny white teeth and chocolate

Around your mouth. And hugs.

Hugs for me with grubby hands

For life and laughter but most of all

The pleasure of finding bugs.

(Learn more about Catherine Broughton at her creative log, Turquoise Moon).

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