Upon Watching the Kids
Playing games
The living room corner
Becomes a comfort
Unknown during working hours
When phones ring
Notifications fire one after the other
And the fear of another emergency
Strangles and suffocates.
Their laughs
A salve for all wounds.
4 thoughts on "Upon Watching the Kids"
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This piece really places you in this moment, well done!
Amen! Love games, and love kids playing them!
Hugs dear friend, love this simple but powerful poem
Great poem!