for hours
on the living room floor

my children build
worlds from plastic
bricks

each piece
follows another

for years
our world unfolds

from “Sonnet,” (work in progress, second Quatrain, sixth line, eighth syllable)


(January 2012)

2 Comments

  1. subtext says:
    January 18, 2012 at 9:56 pm

    Over Christmas break at our house. Yes, they are in college now. I just liked the metaphor.

    Like

  2. Carl says:
    January 18, 2012 at 4:27 am

    Nice. Brings back memories of yesteryear play.

    Like

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