Poetry Chapbook 02

Creepsing

You wear a mask, I think,
At least I hope, for when I blink
you seem so far away
and yet so near –
I fear
the cobwebs dark today
I’m sure I smell a stink
(or is that me?) I slink

past your sleeping form.
When I was born
You were inclined to play
and seemed so tall
but then the fall
that broke your leg
(so mummy said)
has held the fun at bay
(the picture in my book is torn)
your hug feels very warm.