TIME TRAVEL

ROCHELLE D’SILVA

 
 

It is 3am
She is on her tippy toes
staring out the window.
I am gathering the things
we will need.
 
“Can we take Kitty”
Yes, Mary.
“And my camera”
Yes, Mary.
 
I’m trying to convince
her to wear her jumper.
Or pants.
But she has only one mission,
and anything outside
that objective
is a chore.
 
“I want to go to the moon”
“I want to go to the moon NOW”

 
I lift my heavy doona
for her to squeeze in beside me
“Hold tight, and close your eyes”
Sssssssh
“We will be there soon.”

 
 

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