Mostly I cook and
she cleans up.
It works. We like it.
We play fight over
the rubber gloves
and she usually wins.
itching for something
different this morning
I put on the gloves.
And she says in her
Terrible Tiger Voice
"Hey. What are you doing?"
"I'm writing a poem, " I say,
and continue looking out the window.
And for those of you left wondering ...
See. Hear it. Here it is.
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