Sharing a bed-
kids have it right;
we mucked it up.
Friendship and support,
linen forts and secret missions.
Nothing felt better than laughing,
sometimes crying;
camped out in a circle of three,
hoarding cards and ice cream.
Walks of shame were never there in the morning;
only the slip-sliding of socked feet
racing to the kitchen-
mom was making waffles.
Feelings wouldn't change when the sun came
even if you woke someone up
with a pillow to the kisser.
We adults have it wrong-
the companionship is gone;
replaced with pomp and circumstance,
lust and primeval passion.
There's no room for the dog
and the morning coffee outweighs a morning kiss.
How does it all get better?
How do we reclaim the days of innocence?
You don't, you make due-
so skip the coffee;
go for the kiss
and make waffles.
1 comment:
This I adore.
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