Baby blue
Feathery satiny softer than silk
Creamily porcelain whiter than milk
Bubbling sparkling droplets of dew
Giggling babbling brookily blue
Carefully clumsily tumbling down
Fumbling bumbling down to the ground
Battered and scattered and prickly haired
Bruised and confused, little kitteny scared
Clambering scrambling wobbling tall
Shakily trying his best not to fall
One-step and two-step and tickly there
Up again, try again conquer the stair.
“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