Giggles

Alek The Poet
Sep 3, 2018 · 1 min read

Giggles from the child as water

runs down her back, matching

the swinging wind chimes just outside

the wide-open window. Her mother

smiles, her shirtsleeves rolled up and

yet wet and covered in tiny bubbles.

The white tile around them glistens

in the sunlight pouring in, and I,

the grinning dad who just got home,

stands in the doorway, softened clay.

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