In Bed in the afternoon.

It is delightfully decadent to be lounging in bed,
In the afternoon.
Five unsupervised.
But I can hear their voices,
Occupied in various levels of activity.
The cluck and clatter of scooters on concrete.
 Rhythmic as they clear each expansion joint.
In the kitchen banana smoothies are in production.
And the blender whirrs.
No doubt at least one will be curled up with a book.
But I am warm and the pillow welcomes my heavy head.
My naked skin too, the comfort of soft cotton against it.
There will be consequences for retreating like this.
But right now,
It is the weight of my weary body resting in this comfortable nest,
That is my primary focus.

Sewing Lesson

She wanted to learn.
I got out the old "Brother."
First she learned how to drive on paper.
Her trepidation at pressing the pedal,
Was palpable.
Where to put her fingers?
Then...
Clickity, clickety, stop.
Clickety, clickety, clickety ,clickety stop.
She found her rhythm.
Onto reversing,
Then turning corners.
I think filling bobbins and threading the machine,
Remain my domain,
At least for now.  
Practising on actual fabric gave her confidence,
But sewing up her first drawstring bag,
I could see in her shining face,
Gave her satisfaction.