You came up rich?
Tweed coats in the hall closet meant only to cover Sunday bests.
Wooden beads clacking, cascading down as you walk through the kitchen door,
Coconut boiling down down down to oil in a jar.
So you were rich rich?
Thick carnation milk spinning the colour wheel in her cup of tea.
Peach lace bows, hand-tied, to the evergreen branches of our Christmas Tree.
Warm breeze, reading on the branch of a willow tree, caterpillars roaming free.
Mmm, so rich rich?
Biking hard against the wind, adrenaline pumping, in the warm sun.
Hot chocolate and audiobooks while the snow falls.
Walking the dog on a warm Autumn night.
Oh I see, you are rich rich.
-C
Bobbles&Buttons 