Day Twenty Four

 

Ida

Who made you woodlouse herder

darling? Fiercely intent

and crouched in frowning concentration,

You guide them

with soft voice and occasional gentle poke

from a dirt rimmed finger, tender

with care and hope

for their survival despite my thoughtless feet

and casual moving of pots.

 

Face pregnant with worry you will rescue them,

righting the fallen.

Occasionally cupping them in an reverent, hot palmed hand

to stroke the waving fringes

of their legs.

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2 responses to “Day Twenty Four

  1. really loved this,evocative of childhood memories!

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