
A single rose blooms
protected by leaves around
no friends to play with

A single rose blooms
protected by leaves around
no friends to play with

Joy of theatre
worth sitting on the floor for—
mum’s errands can wait.

Grinning at the sun,
slicing through the horizon—
a kangaroo hops.

Our bundle of joy—
drooling all over the bed,
marks territory.

The fleet is ready;
apron’s wrapped around, tied up—
let Christmas begin.