On my lap, over time, have lain in mutual contentment babies, three, gurgling and playing games with me.
Cats in distress, five, have sought long, safe moments of rest, ’til safely rehomed.
The cat who wishes to be mine still climbs aboard to be patted and praised, with rolls of purrs my comforting reward.
Dogs, three, have fidgeted and wriggled ’til able to curl there, too.
Not to be outdone, our lovely bird, when chattering at the TV, used to perch on the top of my knee and peck my skirt’s hem.
Those moments, so precious, recently came flooding back when I sat with an empty lap and no one sitting on me.
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