A small parcel came,
vacuum packed and coloured brown,
and not what I need.
No point to regret,
but to learn the lessons well,
is beneficial.
The naked light shines,
not afraid to show itself,
and light up the room.
the tea has grown cold,
just waiting here beside me,
in a small red cup.
My family tree,
is growing fast, unruly,
with those I don’t know.
Peppa pig is real,
she chases me everyday,
around the kitchen.
I am playing tag,
and hiding seek, so I’m told,
by a two year old.
