Sunday, April 10, 2016

"Caught"

We hadn't heard the tiny feet sneaking
down the squeaky stairs

(The music was too loud.)

We hadn't noticed the little girl's frame 
darkening the door

(We were busy looking at each other)

And as I carried my first born back 
up the squeaky stairs I felt 
thankful.
Thankful that she was growing up in a home 
where a little girl can 
tiptoe

       down
squeaky stairs at night 
and catch her parents 
laughing and dancing
in the kitchen.

2 comments:

  1. Leslie!!! this is brilliant. i love it.

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    1. Thank you Jana! It is your poetry that inspired me to write this so truly, thank you!

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