A Quiet Radio,
A Dim-Lit Room
You lay on me and I am your shiny rock
in a world of small pebbles
and I am glad for my chin
just touching your hair
just resting, your head
and I am glad for my scent
just breathing you in
just smelling milk and oil and skin.
You lay on me
koala bear aptitude
pink-cream kid-glove hands
and I am warmed by your body
I am restful in your molding of my shiny-rock body
and I am calmed by your nuzzle and your sigh.
You lay on me
and I wish I could move my head
just to see your sleeping face.
“Being at home can be fun, insulating, relaxed, boring or isolating ... depending on how the day is going.”*
School holidays are almost over in my part of the world – six long weeks of noise and squabbling balanced by hot, lazy days at the beach or the pool with lots of daring exploits and laughter. Many of our days were spent at home, basking in simple pleasures like baking, playing games or outdoor pursuits – trying to relax the everyday routines of school-morning bustle and ‘having to be somewhere on time’. However pleasant, I must admit to being relieved that life gets back to normal next week, and I can reclaim some of my own time for writing again!
* From Being Mummy by Anne‑marie Taplin published April 2007