Watching
Lara Starkey
Her child’s feet crunch
And crack
Against the gravel.
Her first line of defence.
Alerting her to intruders.
Whilst she
Protects
And comforts
Warm.
Her red brick exterior,
Represents her family’s heritage?
Possibly Spanish?
Italian?
From warmer climates,
Maybe?
But now?
She is the
Warm.
It’s just that silly man
He says things like that.
She knows him very well,
He grew up here
She saw him trip
And grow.
She kept him.
Warm.
Now he has his own
Children.
They are hers too,
She protects,
Comforts,
Just like their mother.
And keeps them all,
Warm.
She tugs the smile from her child’s soul,
Making it impossible to refuse.
Her insides spill fun
Spill joy
And relaxation.
She is home and
Warm.
Her interiors,
Comfort
Beautiful
Thoughtful.
People cry inside her,
Happy tears
Sad tears.
They laugh, they love,
They grow, they go.
She watches,
And keeps them,
Warm.