dad and son hippo

SOMETIMES.

 

Sometimes

I don't go to school

do I?

 

Sometimes

you don't go to work

either.

 

Sometimes we stay in bed

and chatter.

 

We talk about Dad

and spaceships

and fire engines.

 

We talk about

one day

going to see Grandma

on the train

 

And me

being a baby in your tummy

 

And what a fuss

I made

When I was born.

 

But sometimes

We don't say anything,

 

We just snuggle up

under the blankets

and keep each other warm.

 

 

 

 

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