Babysitting a sick child, watching
Pokémon, and translating short
poems as daylight grows, wanes
behind the large window
of the living room and shadows
of potted plants wave across
the floor. This, too, is a sort of
quiet happiness that will
not stand the test of years.
14.08.2023
#Poem #Poems #Poetry #Verse
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