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:
Nice. Brings back memories of yesteryear play.
Over Christmas break at our house. Yes, they are in college now. I just liked the metaphor.
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