morning at home
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We watched a red sky turn bright blue and heard kookaburras as the sun rose,
We talked about motherhood and life.
We made pancakes,
Topped them with scrumptious fruits.
We jumped, painted with watercolour on cards and mums belly.
We spun records,
Hung sheets,
Ran a cool bath on a hot morning.
We picked flowers, because flowers are pretty.
Pretty to match a pretty (and sometimes not pretty) time of life.
The deck was hot, the cicadas were loud.
Them. On a Saturday morning. As good as it gets.
Meg, in all her pregnant glory.
I want to be like Meg.
