The red, blue, yellow, orange pieces
Interlocking Squares and rectangles
Stacked into miniatures
Of my imagination.
The plates, spoons and cups
The spatula, knives and vessels
Stirring a cuisine sans a flame and ingredients
Flavoured with innocence.
The more the merrier
Dividing a room into corners
One for each - Mamma, baby, papa
In a baby cot – dump yard – huddled fun
A haven for tingling bells of laughter
The solitary reaper in a world of toys
Hands busy piling, joining, occasionally breaking
The head inventing tunes
Eyes darting and diving
Ears pricked for the environment
Savors the moment.
Talking tall, standing tall
Learning forgiveness and sharing
To forget, recall, forget
Parrot words and lessons.
Knowing no sense of time
Everything could wait eternally
Simple reasons found a friend in ‘because’
Droopy eyes were held wide open
Shut to find events seeping in through
Talk, walk, cry, and laugh in slumber, sound
I am fed now with such bits and pieces
By a dotty and her girl gang
Such bits and pieces…
Painting life and living
Myriad hues sprinkle fragrances
Assimilated within the deep echelons
I hope to remember
When my fledgling flies away
For I recall none of my own
Moments of such bliss
Remain ephemeral memories.