glue clings to my hands
won’t let go of fingers, still—
two drops more—borax
a salty scrubber
cleaning my creation
her eyes sparkle bright
tugging the shining ribbon—
we share in triumph
more gift than birthdays
a quiet celebration
piggyback riding
a sudden shriek—tight arms clutch
my glasses hit tiles below
oh no! what to do
now that we’ve run out glue?
blurred vision—laughing
A two-person rengay, written with David at The Skeptic’s Kaddish. David’s lines are italicised.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
1994ever 
*hug!* ~ thanks for doing this w/me, Shaun! ❤
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Thanks for asking again David 🙏 It was fun.
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For me too!
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