It’s the little things I love the most,
the little things that make the good life good.
It’s brushing fingers with the boy-turned-man
I once begged God to turn my way,
And he smiles, twinkle-eyed,
And it’s still all for me,
and still my heart stands still.
It’s miniature pajamas hanging in an ...
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I’m Still Here
Michelin-Man legs kicking and flailing,
with a mighty grunt
you heave your roly-poly belly over,
then crane your weeble-wobble head around
to see where I went, though I have not moved—
I smile.
“I’m still here.”
Breakfast time, your pancakes wait;
you clamber up to gobble, squealing, ...
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I Like You Best
After dark, I like you best:
Day fades to gray,
Moonlit fingers paint stripes across your bed, your face.
I tiptoe in and rest a palm across your back
to feel you breathe—
up and down, the rise and fall;
I lean in close to breathe the sweet clean milk of you,
to feel the warmth of ...
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Full Circle
She hobbles past, every step an effort, almost painful to watch—
ninety years of walking and breathing, loving and living, caught up to her at last.
But they haven’t won yet. Not yet.
Behind her, a younger woman—a just-greying reflection of the older—hovers,
keeps a protective hand on the ...
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