The sun slides off your fair hair
Touches your shoulder and falls
To the pebbles by your toes.
Wide-eyed, you clutch the leaf
Touch the caterpillar,
Hold it to your nose
And laugh. That laugh –
That fills my heart, little guy,
Tiny white teeth and chocolate
Around your mouth. And hugs.
Hugs for me with grubby hands
For life and laughter but most of all
The pleasure of finding bugs.
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Catherine Broughton is a novelist, a poet and an artist. Her books are on Kindle and Amazon, or can be ordered from most leading book stores and libraries. Her web site is http://turquoisemoon.co.uk