Milan: 13 July 2023
256 steps
to the roof of Milan’s Duomo.
I was young once, like that girl
that just ran past me.
The coffee has arrived.
So has the rain,
coming hard as a rod.
The coffee is black ink.
My 5-year old companion
thought she was going to Disneyland.
There’s a lot of crying
and throwing oneself about
aimlessly.
It’s like
casting a line when fly fishing.
©Misky 2023
My 5-year old companion
thought she was going to Disneyland.
There’s a lot of crying
and throwing oneself about
aimlessly.
as the father of a young daughter, this makes me cringe in empathy…
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one hopes
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Been there … literally and figuratively!
Buongiorno, Misky. Questo è fantastico 💫
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Bambine! We love them. Good afternoon, Nancy! We had a lovely walk around a local lake this afternoon. How are your old bones doing?
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Raising young children is best left to the young … but life sometimes has other plans, right? 🙂 Lovely image and poignant verse. A post for my writing friends: https://rolandyeomans.blogspot.com/2023/07/what-do-we-leave-in.html
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We adopted two brothers who were aged 6 and 12 at the time. Mr Misky and I were 36. The best and wisest thing I’ve ever done during my lifespan. But I’m a granny now, and too old for skipping rope and camping on pointy stoney ground.
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The young lady who straightens up at the blood center has adopted a young girl and a young boy. The adoption has just gone through for the boy, and she is quite happy. For a time I taught children and what we give children pales in what they give us. I was never young enough to skip rope without falling down! And stoney, hard ground was never my idea of a mattress!! 🙂
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Absolutely treasures, that’s what children are.
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It's Still Life 
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