Head down, focused,
Must keep working,
No time to nap.
Rain hits the window
Mustn’t get distracted
By the slip slop slap.
Thinking, typing,
Deadlines bringing on
A stressed out flap,
‘Til fists knock the door with a
Mum it’s time for stories
And snuggles on your lap,
Girls with brollies poke me,
Time to stop work,
Shut the laptop. Snap


Today’s prompt is to write a poem which is inspired by the current screensaver on your phone or computer. Mine was taken on a rainy Friday evening. I was working very hard in my garden office and was overjoyed when Lyra and Ellie arrived at the door in pyjamas with umbrellas to usher me home to read them a story.

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16 Responses to Tap-Tap-Tap

  1. Adorable!! just precious! I have family at my screensaver at work…it’s keeping your heart filled with love as you create your “own” kind of beauty. Your girls are so beautiful…wow!! {Me, Nana matchmaking for grandson 20 years from now…haha}

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    • PookyH says:

      My pictures of them both together are always my favourites. I don’t have framed pics on my desk or anything my desktop and phone wallpaper bring me constant reminders of my angels 🙂 (and the big box of sweeties I stash in my garden office ensure that they visit me occasionally too so i get to enjoy them in the flesh when I’m having a desk day!)


      • Ah when my kids grew up I had to carry photos in my wallet..lots! at least with my grandson I can use my phone and laptop and as Nana, we have extra bragging privileges (wink)


  2. words4jp says:

    How very very precious:)

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  3. Another beauty, Pooky. I like the repetition of the ‘Tap-Tap-Tap’, adore the photo of the girls. xx


    • PookyH says:

      Aren’t they just scrummy. It was one of those moments that needed to be grabbed and remembered. A tiny but not amazingly unusual moment but that filled me with such joy that I wanted a picture so I could be transported back there. I find sometimes that unless I write or photograph these little moments, I think I’ll remember them forever but they disappear (I lived for a few months in Romania when I was a late teen and took no photos, it’s almost as if it didn’t happen which is strange as it was quite an intense time for me).

      Tom calls me Tap Tap 🙂

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  4. I love this Pooky and your photo is adorable! Xx


  5. Too cute! Who could resist?!


  6. wbdeejay says:

    A wonderful recollection within a beautifully rhythmic poem! To me the tap-tap-tap was always your fingers at the keyboard.


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