October #BlogBattle: Scattered

My granddaughter dropped her kaleidoscope From the top window Tiny, coloured pieces scattered across the patio I heard her little footsteps running down the stairs Holding my breath, hoping she wouldn’t fall Three-year-olds often know no fear The tiny jewels shone under bright sunlight Lost treasure belonging to the shining ones Running into the kitchen where I stood Watching the coloured dancing lights Renewing my faith in magic “I didn’t throw it Nan, I tried to find more light to make the pieces shine” Hugging my leg, her tears drying on my apron Looking at her tear-stained face I couldn’t tell her off for playing near an open window Taking her hand, we walked outside We will go to town and buy a new one With a sob in her voice, she said “It is a broken rainbow…”
© Anita Dawes 2021
Loved all the vivid imagery of both sight and sound. Especially liked the line about three-year-olds often know no fear. Nice!
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Thank you! 💕
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Kids put things into words much better than adults sometimes do.
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They do…
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Such a touching poem
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Thank you, Sadje… 💕
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You’re welcome
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