Tired, happy children
Piled on top of Pop.
Cuddled on his wrinkled clothes
Upon his lap they’d hop.
Relaxed and tousled jams,
Schlubby socks and drooping eyes.
From contented smiles and deep, sweet breaths
Happiness will rise.
Safe and sound for now,
We were once a family.
Photographic evidence unnecessary.
But helpful. 🙂
My dad and my two oldest siblings.