An ode to being kid free, which is a rare delight during lockdown.
The Sound of Silence
can you hear it?
the clock tick tock tick clock
and my breath
a bird, nesting
nestling bird in the hedge
and my breath
can you hear it?
the sun beams
dreamy sun streaming in
the dust motes dancing
to the garfunkling sound
of my children’s absence
and simon says… nothing
and my breath
is expelled from my lungs
like a bullet from a gun
the sound of not being Mum
is deafening
quite definitely disquieting
quiet
can you hear it?