Sleeping Cats Leave Warm Patches Behind
Listen to Elizabeth read her poem ...
Snuggled on the sofa,
toast in my tummy.
Books being read, one by one
by my yawning mummy.
A feeling begins to spread,
all the way from here to there,
a warmth I can’t explain, like when
the curled cat leaves the chair.
I coil my legs inward, weave my
fingers through my hair,
wish I could purr also, to show
my mummy how much I care.
toast in my tummy.
Books being read, one by one
by my yawning mummy.
A feeling begins to spread,
all the way from here to there,
a warmth I can’t explain, like when
the curled cat leaves the chair.
I coil my legs inward, weave my
fingers through my hair,
wish I could purr also, to show
my mummy how much I care.
This poem is copyright (©) Elisabeth Kelly 2024
About the Writer
Elisabeth Kelly
Elisabeth is a teacher, mum and writer. She lives on a hill farm in Scotland, and loves chocolate puddings and the change of seasons. Her poems have been widely published in print, online and in anthologies including by Dodging the Rain, The Honest Ulsterman, One hand Clapping, Forest Publishing, Green Ink. She has a slim pamphlet published by HybridDreich, a pamphlet due with Hedgehog Poetry Press 2021 and a memoir chapbook due with Selcouth Station 2022.
