My granddaughter dropped her kaleidoscope
from the top window
Tiny, coloured pieces scattered across the patio
I heard her 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
With a sob in her voice, she said
“It’s a broken rainbow…”
©AnitaDawes2022
Hi Folks
This is not what I intended to post today. The site isn’t anywhere near lovely yet, but I’m working on it. Todays message should be, Don’t mess about if you don’t know what you are doing!
Luckily, the posting side seems to be working, although I know you will tell me if it isn’t!
Hopefully, these shenanigans will not slow down the promotion for Folly’s End too much, so I’ll keep my fingers crossed for the moment!
Whatever next?
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