Shadows stretchacross the wall We only see themwhen night calls We need a roomwith just one light To see the shadowstaking flight A bunny withbig floppy ears Will hop untilit disappears A butterfly lookingready to fly Is happy to reachthe big blue sky A big old moosecomes to our room Its visit briefsince bedtime loomsContinue reading “Good Night Shadows”
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My Mother’s Hand
When I was young, I’d hold onto my mother’s hand,It was strong and soft, its guide a gentle demand.She held my hand as the years passed, and I’d grown,Through those years, she helped me to stand on my own. More years pass by, and it’s my husband’s hand, I now hold,A callous, strong hand, withContinue reading “My Mother’s Hand”
Holding on Tight
Do you:Remember the sound of your baby giggling? I close my eyes to relive those days—Hugs wrapped around my neck,Quiet dreamland asleep in my arms. You were a tiny little person, Needing so much love and attention. Do you:Remember reading Goodnight Moon over and over again? We would laugh and make funny faces,Searching hard while youContinue reading “Holding on Tight”
The Picnic Quilt
A worn bench sits underthe magnolia tree.The garden,once abandoned,now brims with life. The couple meets at the bench.A playful grey and black dog bounds,ready for a game of disc dog.A quick bark sets the day. The soft yellow discsails across the park.The dog, stance set,leaps up,mouth open,catching the disc mid-air.He bounds back,ready for another round.Continue reading “The Picnic Quilt”
A Finger to Hold
My heart surgeswhen you wrap your tiny hand around my finger –holding so tight and not letting go –sucking so hard to get enough milkwhile you look around with those big brown eyesthat lock onto mine –making me smile at you,which changes the shape of my eyes –and that makes you look even harder atContinue reading “A Finger to Hold”
