Walking

Walking to the shops
without my hat and scarf on;
colder than I thought!

Green Shoots

Walking around the garden
what do I see?
The trees may still be bare but:
green shoots of daffodils appear
and snowdrops show their first white tips.
Hope of Spring is near.

Walking The Dog

Passing my house,
crossing the road
and on out of sight
glued to her mobile phone —
walking the dog.

Walking

Round and round the room,
up and down the hall,
Tiny Tom has found his feet,
never stopping, though he’s tiring,
slowing but not giving in,
little tumble, tears and cuddle,
then there’s silence, sleep.

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I spent yesterday afternoon looking after my grandson – not so tiny now!

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