I sit,
an abandoned space station
still echoing with running feet,
engines shut down to power save.
In a couple of hours
they will move through cereal and milk
("dishes to dishwasher!"),
clothes and hair and shoes,
book bags, pouts, and laughter
to Mom's awaiting van.
For now, they dream child dreams
while I rotate silently
round my coffee payload,
sensors alert for cosmic debris.
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glad to get your post,
ReplyDeletet'was concerned when days went by with out words I've come in a short time to anticipate. How are the newely weds doing?
thank you, good to be back on line -- the newly weds are twittering away, happy to read each other's endearments and hear each other's voice
ReplyDeleteFolk keep emailing me -- asking if I got married. No. 'Twas my daughter.
ReplyDeleteMy experience with marriage has been such that I am reminded of a joke (definitely a guy joke) -- If I ever feel the urge to get married again, I'm just going to find some woman I don't know and buy her a house!