If only
I step across the world
from partner to daughter
with three kids as cargo.
They vomit, squabble,
refuse to walk another step
in no particular order.
I will shiver
at playgrounds and forgo
the Van Gogh museum.
It’s enough to be there
at the kitchen table
with Mum.
Walks in Penicuik and Leadburn
18 hours ago
each of these poems are like little portraits
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