A son strides forward, brisk and sure,
A mother trails in softer blur
Her thoughts perhaps a step behind,
Or tangled somewhere in her mind.
He scans ahead, the world in frame,
Unbothered by the passing game;
She leans into a quieter pace,
Reading stories in each face.
Between them hums a silent thread
Of things not said, but always said;
For even out of step they move,
In that familiar, human groove.
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Swanston Street in monochrome stride,
Sunlight flickers, brickwork wide.
One with a grin, one lost in thought
City lessons quietly taught.
Hand in hand through urban hum,
Between café steam and tramline drum,
Youth skips forward, time walks steady
Melbourne’s always camera-ready.
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On Flinders Street in winter's breath,
Where light is low and still as death,
A family walked through morning's grey,
Their shapes cast long in soft decay.
One teenage boy stepped just ahead,
His gaze afar, thoughts loosely spread.
Behind, the father pushed the pram,
Its wheels in rhythm, slow and calm.
A younger child lay nestled deep,
Half-dreaming in a winter sleep.
The city's stir passed all around,
Yet peace within that pram was found.
The mother walked with silent grace,
Dark glasses veiled her watching face.
She turned to me—no smile, no frown,
Just knowing as she looked me down.
No need for words, no need for sound,
The tramline sang, the world spun round.
And in that frame of black and white,
They carried love through morning light.
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