Poetry

Not much

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To worry about today as I watch him jump in the puddles.

As if getting his jeans wet wasn’t a concern for him.

The freedom of getting so high with his jump and coming down was a thrill.

As the fun things in his life were a lot smaller than the list of things I had to get done were.

So getting dirty to have a moment of joy was worth it.

For he can always go home and throw them in the washing machine and call it a day.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

2 thoughts on “Not much”

    1. mywords2228 – Love writing poetry and reading tons of books. I also write short fiction stories and hope to include them on my page soon; I hope you enjoy my work, and thanks for stopping by my page.
      mywords2228 says:

      Thanks!

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