Writing 201; Day Eight: Drawer, Ode, Apostrophe


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So where are the socks kept now?

 

Would you mind getting the baby for me it’s time for his feed?

being the first time for a cuddle, I happily agreed

For the moment he’s in our room near the far side of the bed

oddly I find him not in a cot but a sock draw instead

giving him a cuddle while whispering in his shell pink ear

“Oh you little sweetheart let Aunt Wendy get you out of here”

Handing him to his mum amid her giggling explanation

until the cot gets delivered ‘twas their one real option

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