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butter and crumbs

  • Writer: Amy Lehpamer
    Amy Lehpamer
  • Dec 23, 2025
  • 1 min read

Butter and crumbs

The notes of my boy

In the morning, after breakfast

Before we leave the house

He stalls, wants to play

Pretends to be asleep

(In the bed he avoids sleeping in)

No matter the appeal of the offer of outside

The park the pool the bakery

A no to all requests, followed by a yes

T shirt off

No, but

The arms go up in deference

Undies on

No

Indignation voiced

Across the room

I want undies on!

He forgets his own defiance

And offers up his legs

Right then left

Then shorts

But socks are a bridge too far

A promise of a song, his choice, in the car

Mars from “the planets”

Or the Wiggles

No shoes til we get there

We go the longer way

round the apartment block

Seat belt fastened

A plane in each hand

I take my seat

And smile back

To my boy

Smelling butter and crumbs

 
 
 

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