DecPoWriMo 13

The quality of the light 
In certain films remembered
From childhood

Now viewed from
An advanced perspective
If not high definition

Or theatrical productions
Captured surreptitiously
So that even the parent

Carrying the crying infant
Returns to their chairs
By the following number

Feels like corduroy and tea
On an almost winter’s day
And the smallest creatures

Are learning and teaching us
So much about how to live
And how to treat your friends

Lessons we need to relearn
Every so often this time maybe
Before we return to these rooms

Privileged to gather together again