2 Poems Of Childhood Poem by Sheena Blackhall

2 Poems of C hildhood

Serious Play
My grand-daughters want pets
They foster snails instead
Building stone circles to contain them

The snails, being wild
Have other ideas
Each morning, the circle's empty

Silver trails stream out
Like shining bike spokes


Guardians
Children drop asleep
Like flowers closing their petals
Closing up their smiles

The guardians, tartan teddy and pink dinosaur
Lie in the dark like stones
The life sucked from them

Wakey-wakey time inflates them
Childrens' touch builds sails
To give them motion