When, mamas were in the kitchen
Taking afternoon tea.
We sat upon the doorstep
Wondering what mischief we could be.
The boys parading up and down.
They think we do not see them, glancing all around.
We pretend we do not notice.
Our outward stare of boredom, is really quite profound.
We know,,, we can tease them
Send their minds a whirling, round and round and round.
One hand here one hand there,
Playing with them,,, and us,,,
Oh what mischief have we found!!!
Acrylic and textured moulding on canvas.