Still life of activity



Magpie Tales 64

 The child in her arms,
After a long day of work,
A photograph was not,
The thing to do then.

A cranky one, slipping
Away from her arms,
With a strong lock
But she held on.

An active baby,
Setting out to run,
Forced against will
To capture for ages.

A test of patience,
For the impatient pair,
Each would rather be,
Anywhere but here.



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