Friday, June 3, 2011

I sit at my computer,
desperately adding hours to my log,
busy, concentrating,

and then
I hear soft whispers,
clinking,
and I wonder.

is there trouble?
are they naughty?

minutes pass
I log time

then two girls enter
dressed for party
or something

and instead of naughty
I find nice

they lead me

through one door
and short hall
eyes closed
we bump ankles
but I open to find

this:


a table decorated by two


like me.


Tonight is pizza night, but I think we'll be eating on better than paper plates.

1 comment:

Leslie said...

Beautiful job, ladies.
Guiding shows, Momma.

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