The cat bustles in for breakfast

no longer looking out

for the greyhound that visited. 

All is back to normal. Or is it?

The TV’s no longer permanently

tuned to Baby Shark and Peppa Pig.

 

But nappies are still found

in odd waste bins.

A child’s fairground sits

on top of the cupboard.

They didn’t have room

for it in their luggage.

 

A plastic potty gently gathers dust.

Hugs and cuddles

and infectious smiles

in shorter supply.

The dinosaur has been

in the bath since Christmas.

 

I think it’s here to stay.