Playtime ‘Can we play?’ you ask. ‘I’ll just…’ In a moment you gently nudge me and I’m playing and you’re talking, sliding into fantasy. As you take my side of our conversation questioning and answering, include friends and dolls, I slip away, unnoticed ‘I’ll just…’ Home time It’s a gathering, pulling groceries from retailers, filling … Continue reading Two Poems — Anna Chorlton