The Tardis

The Tardis

Kids all grown

There is something missing

Could it be yearning for those days?

Storeys from my girl of pupa, caterpillar, and butterfly.

But my little plum cheeks

Has now become that beautiful butterfly.

Could be the story’s of daring adventure from the little fella

6 foot tall and growing, but always will be my little fella.

Could it be those snuggles times

All safe under the quilt wide eyed and amazed

At the sight of Dumbledore and another Harry adventure.

Strange this house now small on the outside

Huge now on the inside, the endless empty space.

Perhaps this Tardis of mine can whisk us all away

To those secret places, those happy places.

Those places were we once went

Those places in our dreams and memory's

Once again to live

In our very own isle of content

Martin Hickman©October 2014