Wiggles in an epilogue of Rain show Glimpses of paradise Through childish laughterÂ
Dirt and ladybugs litter The backlands of My borrowed fiefdom And bring DelightIn dimples and squeals of joy
A gelid breath From the wind of wolves Meets my cheek Amidst warm streaks of gold From the Uncreated One
I see my image reflected in Toddler play And silly ramblings And I am Grateful
[Written around 6pm on April 14th, 2024, playing outside with my children.]