Melting ice lollies.
Insomnia and a writer’s block.
Withered flowers in the vase. No inspiration.
Music. Jazz. Blues.
Cloudless sky. Heartless sun. Shade-less roads.
Ennui. Littered work place. Staring into space.
Empty parks. Empty swings. Hot wind. Watering eyes.
Ice cream van honks. Children peep out of the window. Little hands making impressions on the hot window pane.
Sad stories from dog-eared books. Melancholy and nostalgia stay with me.
Sepia thoughts criss -cross like colourful kites in the sky.
Words are rewarding. Fills the soul with wonder.
How much I miss writing beautiful words!
Sadness looms. I read some more. Curled up on the sofa.
Little hands grab my hair. Pull and tug. Giggles.
“Let us bake a cake mamma.” , she says. I shrug and ignore.
She climbs atop and the reading stops.
Eyes twinkling and smile heartening.
Busy hands. Measuring and mixing. Sugar and cream.
Blueberries glistening in the light of the afternoon sun. Purple and dark blue.
“Cream cheese on your nose mamma.”, she says. Laughter.
Sauce bubbling. Scent of summer in the air. Warm hugs and high-fives.
Hot oven. Cheesecake baking. Purple swirls. Artists.
Tart and creamy. Purple and pearly white. Juice stained tiny fingers licked clean.
Celebration. Joyous exclamations. A proud mamma.
The setting sun. A spoonful of happiness. Melting moments.
Smiles and peonies. Closed eyes. Savouring. Another spoonful.
Best friends. Huddled together. Sharing a plate of blueberry cheesecake.