How many conversations can I have while I walk down the never ending stream of parents at pick up. Moving with the ebb and flow of the tide of tired children hot on my heels, eager to get home. There is no time for Hello how are you How is work going, oh what do you do? Dive in there, forget the small talk Exchanging the headlines, turning while I walk. Three word sentences seem to work quite well Questions and answers flying, no time to dwell Birthday meal successful? Sleep any better? Roof on shed! Bit chilly - park? Sausages and mash Sea swim Friday? Nice jacket - new? The Tourist, iplayer Meet outside gate Early pizza - pub? Done test, negative Finally I’m at the front of the queue Your smiley face appears in the door Cardigan, book bag, ear muffs spilling out of your arms Together once more I love you.
little voices 