|don't let him fool you, he thought it was funny too|
Coming back from the bookstore,
by the church with a yard of headstones
aglow in the half-light of fading day
and empty windows
Taylor Swift on the radio, 'Race cars
on the kitchen floor, plastic dinosaurs...'
turned up to drown out the sing-along
my youngest son, as if just remembering
and fearful he would soon forget, exclaims
'i need a nail for school tomorrow!'
and without a breath my oldest asks,
'a fingernail or a toenail?' and we laugh
the rest of the way home
an audible hug, as soft as cat feet
nails clicking on the linoleum
so good, our sides hurt
you just have to be here.
Don't usually post on Mondays, but...Happy Monday everyone. Hope you have a great week.