The Space
- Russel Bash
- Mar 16, 2018
- 1 min read
A poem I wrote when my daughter was little.
THE SPACE
it wasn’t so much the place as it was the feeling the solitude even then I could appreciate being alone
that little space beside the bookshelf in the corner of the room just big enough for a toddler to disappear
it contained the excitement of waiting unnoticed while in the next room my brother counted the seconds until he would come searching it was the comfort of a security blanket and all the magic that exists when the world is new
and then suddenly without warning it slipped away and that place became harder to find
until one day
I heard my daughter giggling from beneath her blanket
and suddenly I was content because
I knew she was there
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