Wednesday, 4 September 2019

Holidays by Leena Batchelor

I know my kids are home,
The socks now live on the floor.
When my kids are back,
I can’t get in the door,
And the cat looks askance at multitude pairs of feet
That are dodged on the way to the gate.

I know my kids are home;
The house has become Blackpool with illuminations,
And birdsong is drowned by the latest MTV.
Tetris is the new kitchen game,
Amazing how high those plates can stack!
Wait, what’s that – oh – there’s the matching fork – and
Since when did plates live in bedrooms?

I know at least one of them will become a Nobel scientist,
The proof is in the experiment growing in the glasses collected on bedroom windowsills.
One will probably be an engineer, at least when he learns how to put that clock
Back together!

Yep, they’re home!
I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Calling herself a “poetic minstrel with living in her veins”, Leena writes passionately about everything that strikes her mind and heart, hoping her poems offer some meaning to others. Quietly passionate and slightly kookie, Leena can often be found reading at Dear Listener, SpeakEasy and 42 Worcester. Living in the historic and majestic city of Worcester, Leena finds her inspiration in travels and expansive life experiences. Find her on facebook at PixieMusePoetry and twitter @pixie_dragonfly

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