the origami
butterflies flit around -
finally my son
learns to fold
his shirts and trousers
massaging my ankles
with camphor and oil
wish I was
a toddler snuggled
again on grandpa's chest
the origami
butterflies flit around -
finally my son
learns to fold
his shirts and trousers
massaging my ankles
with camphor and oil
wish I was
a toddler snuggled
again on grandpa's chest