Sunday 31st January


Fascinated by simple things

When you have time to stare

Big, fat raindrops falling from trees

Making puddles everywhere


Radiating, rippling circles

Creating myriad patterns

Concentric, vanishing waves

At the edges, finally flattened


All moving at differing speeds

Away from the centre of impact

A chaotic interference

Transfixed, the eyes attract


I think, if you were there

You would be sploshing about

Trying your best to get me wet

Whilst laughing, there’s no doubt


And I miss you so

Dearest Angel son

All that mischievousness

And uncomplicated fun



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