alone with the three
children like a little pack
moving in unison
chattering and capering
safe in the world
down the slippery old steps
Mother Thames
swishing sounds of times
come and gone
tide receding, revealing
the three petals
beautiful and vibrant
delicate and present
in their existence
rooted firmly in the ground
harmony and balance
for now, for now
love encircled by gratitude
quietly I think, uncomplicated
still - like a pool in the moon
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