Just the three of us


Two flew the nest
to taste the world
Trekking…expanding their circles.
Each footprint: history in the making.
Dust; confetti from the roads
peppering converses and jeans
between lectures and halls.
A hubbub of new knowledge
down telephone lines and Skype
where chatter explodes. Bitesize
jargon: a foreign tongue to mum.
Three stayed at home; one too young –
waiting to follow fresh footprints.
Two perched on the edge of their seats
waiting for the others to come home.


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