Bone keeps on prompting for 3WW, even when we don’t all show… I’m back, I did ones I missed, but I will post them later, just to say I did… but today’s words were:
phone
stumbled
windy
Life, after children’s bedtime
one phone rang
hand shot out to answer
two feet stumbled
over themselves
in sleep,
It’s too windy
what was that noise?
I’m scared
I have to go
was murmured into phone
a twinge of longing
for his voice shoved
with effort back inside
two arms reached out to
pull tired child into arms,
it was only the wind,
would you like to hear a story
about the wind?
MeeAugraphie
10/31/07
first of all let me say i am thrilled to have you back….
secondly this is such a tender piece… executed with a true mothers love….
Terrific poem, and the ending really touched my heart — I love this!
Lovely poem. I have a little one experiencing sleep issues. Your poem struck a chord with me. Nicely done.
As usual, evocative images. I love your work.
How beautiful! I loved the last stanza, there’s so much comfort here…thanks for sharing.
Good to see you back posting. You were missed.
I liked the last stanza.
Ah, how sweet it is. Mixed desires but scared kiddies always deserve a story! Great post! Missed you!
Welcome back!
I enjoyed this. A mother’s job is never done, right? Even after the first bedtime story.
Welcome back! You haven’t skipped a beat. Your poem was really sweet. I am glad the mother chose to soothe her children instead of talking with the person on the phone. Ahh! But, I am sure she can call him back after they fall asleep. Keep up the good work.
Michelle
Good to have you back, Marcia
This was sweet. And yes, I would like to hear a story about the wind.
Ahh that was lovely. Very warm and comforting.
Is there life after childrens bedtime? I usually fall asleep myself!!