Bora born

Family bytes _

A family sets down at muddies breakfast fare
quiescent dads stand expectantly close by.
Three sibling pink, black, blonde haired women crèche
kids in and about the playground in a long
wait for ordered meals on this Easter monday.

Three gens of mothers, fathers, grand kids counts in
eleven, mind builds to see what could go wrong.
Attention drawn a little boy winges to be
lifted, his dad stands arms crossed, his mum gives up
consoles the child to lift off to the playground
dad sits down, right knee nemimg to silent stares.

Another dad tends his stunning blonde haired wife
who has mothered those kids all morning, eyes right.
After roundup off playground slides she had no
trouble getting thempla to table sit with
crisp clear voice, goodness in truth one seldom sees.

Her man stands by, fifth wheel like until grandma
places his happy now daughter in his arms.
His wife eyes up to any child's distant cry
blessings to all in mother mode, such side rear
view visions in her head see more than danger.



Sister pink has no worries in constant chat

with her parents, the seat warmed for her tall man.
He's back up on the slippery slide upside down
having the time of his life with his child, with
some cool idea where success in marriage lies.

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© 18th april 2022 _ Ioan James Daniel


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