Strewn toys - Four years old, whole and broken
Clutter eats into time- precious!
Running routine of pursuits
For Windfall gains and
Losses collated as experiences
Clocked by discipline
Pruned to beat days and nights
Reprimand yields for fleeting seconds,
A ray of hope, fades into
Blissful ignorance of tenderness
Comes in circles
Gathering wits, bits and pieces
Dissent blares -
To melt when daughter smiles –
Sun peeps out of the shadow.