POETRY

Wild Honeysuckle

Now that my youngest child has turned three

Image by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

I will miss the passing days
of soft, small hands on my heart
cherry kisses on cheeks like
moons (hers) and apples (his)
sleepy heads of spun-gold hair
heavy on my shoulder
sweet as wild honeysuckle

© Caroline Mellor 2020