Staring out the window on a rainy day (Revised)

The rain causes small puddles,
Perfect for small boots,
Filled with small feet.

These muddy playgrounds,
Were moats,
Gaurding the castle.

And we fought dragons,
And lions,
And all sorts of wild beasts.

Each time our boots,
Splashing through the puddles,
Tracking mud in the house.

Where mother has warm chocolate,
That soothes and warms the hands,
And warms the soul.

I live in these phantasmagorias,
Nostalgic;
Yet content.

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One Response

  1. I like this one. Mature, nostalgic, reminiscent, fun, playful, squishy, adventurous, family… special.

    Thanks for sharing

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