The splendour of a sunrise
as Summer turns to Autumn.
We look to the quiet hills
and breathe in the morning air.
In our hearts, the rain falls low,
grieving for the unknown kids.
Their imagined grey faces,
shells of so many futures.
Tag: kids
Ornament
The tree stands tall in the lounge room awaiting decorations.
Amongst the decorations lay many ornaments; some new, others old.
A wooden ornament passed from generation to generation sits oddly on the table.
Tabetha picks it up, and says, “Why am I made of wood?”
C & K 