cold winter beach with coloured skies
the pinks, blues and greys draw Little Monkey in
what goes on in that little three year old mind?
when all he wants to do is stand and watch the ocean
is it the magic of the water drawing him in?
or is it a snapshot preview of years to come?
wetsuit zipped up, surf board in hand, watching the sets roll in.
warm snuggles with my girl on cold days
quiet reading with Monkey Boy, (Wind in the Willows is serious business)
a visit from my midwife,
will there ever come a time when there isn’t a golden glow around the door way when she appears?
I don’t think so
sipped hot drinks with Mr Chocolate
and conversations that poke, prod and pull at dreams.
thoughts of how disgusting this lingering cough sounds from the beast virus that felled four of our family
to the untrained ear I’ve either been smoking 4 packs a day for the past 20 years or have contagious stamped all over me
it’s neither, but denial seems futile.
and cheesy toast, oh cheesy toast
how is it you taste so good?
sourdough, cheese, grill it, a grind of black pepper
you can keep your packet junk foods,
cheesy toast is where it’s at
what’s happening in your weekend?
Spiced Hot Chocolate
hot milk frothed up in a coffee plunger
pinch of cardamom
a shake of cinnamon
enough squares of chocolate to keep you happy, drop them in
sipped with satisfaction