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Each moment

I could sit here for hours,
Just staring at you.
Your lush-lashed eyelids
Fluttered to rest,
Your rosebud lips
Softly parted and wet.
The flush of your cheeks
as you gently snooze
And twitch in your sleep
A sweet little wheeze.
Your chest drops and lifts
Each swell of your lungs
Fingers curled neath round chin
Rise and fall of your tum.
And dropped not abandoned
At the side of your head
The soother you were using when I put you to bed.

I tuck in the blankets
Pack rattle away
And hope sleep will cradle you
Until the light of day.

A flag pole snaps

At first glance all looks calm, almost eerily still as if someone had pressed the freeze-frame button. Nothing is stirring in the yard. But then you notice that the panoply of flags that bedeck the edges of the courtyard are snapping into a dervish dance before dropping just as suddenly to rest on their poles. There’s a big wind abroad and it is coming in angry, pouty gusts.
The widows rattle in their sashes ..is Cathy outside??? Then the stillness settles again, this time more reluctantly. For once it is comforting to be at your desk as the weather breaks against your office windows.

A loud clatter smashes the uneasy silence. You rush to the window and see…nothing. The empty space where a flag pole had stood proudly waving its colours. The wind has taken umbrage and torn down its conceited display.