Sitting here, a mum of two
I think of all the things I do.
Rare pockets of sweet time for me
the penny of a wishing-well;
how fresh the earth would always be
excited by life everywhere.
Few worries for the day to come,
no furrowed brows, no worried looks.
To simply step their path each day,
would help me live a better way.
© Nicky Clifford 2016