Defined by little wooden bricks
in gentle muted hues.
The carpet pattern provides a perfect road system to enter the car park.
There are no reminiscing of the week that's passed.
No pondering of the days still to come.
The world I've created on the carpet on my Gran's living room floor is all that matters.
Soon I'll leave that little world,
knowing there are no siblings around to alter or recreate it,
for a brief sojourn to the Halfway shops,
holding Isa's softly wrinkled hand,
full of hope for cake and a magic painting book.
Returning to my carpet based world later,
I add some animals and fences.
The long slow Saturday afternoon stretching ahead.
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