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Baby boy
The middle of the second week of the year, and I’m on overdrive again. Work, writing, kids, cleaning, laundry arghhhhhhg! Today was one of those days where I got so tired, my eyes showed me visions of sleep undulate before my eyes. A day where there just wasn’t enough coffee. Somehow, my list of stuff…
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Chill and warmth
The sky is so brilliant, Hazy and white. The shine of the sun, the snow so bright. The wind in January chills my bones, Makes me long for the comfort of hearth and home Golden glow, and soft warm hugs Love of a family, My cute little bugs.
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Forlorn
A clump of leftover rags, Abandoned and alone Used and discarded, Left on its own. Once they were valued, Almost beyond compare Beautiful and pristine, Shiny against her hair But now they are faded With time and despair No more will gazes linger, Now that she doesn’t care Their purpose yet lingers Useful, perhaps, to…
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Unexpectedly stormy
It’s the little things. The quiet things. The things one can pass by, and never see. Until the time the quiet things become loud, Roaring for attention. They were so simple, so peaceful until neglected. Suddenly what was so quiet and calm has turned into a funnel of destruction, and one can only hold on.…
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Time warp
It was a weird day today. I remembered to write 2018 in everything, which is way ahead of schedule for me, but I kept thinking it was Thursday. As much as I love holidays, being off my schedule always makes me feel like it’s a day later than it really is. Everyone else feels like…
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New Year’s Eve
Finally. The last day of another year almost gone. With the most bitter cold I can remember since childhood, I made absolutely no plans to go out or do anything. It felt a little strange, as it’s always been a night where I felt like I needed to be doing something. When I was a…
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Cozy
A cold front has crossed my path, bringing shivers to my soul. Slivers of ice drift across the road, hiding the road like it hides the memory of warmth form the summer so long ago And yet, When I arrive to a home full of golden warmth and light, Laughter and hugs greet me, Happy…
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Adrift
Today I spent only part of the day at work. But I must confess, it felt like so much more. To hold the hand of someone when they’ve lost the love of their life, to just be there, is one of the most difficult parts of my job. Sometimes I feel like giving bad news…
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Aftermath
December 26th. The day after the ribbons and bows have been swept away and the leftovers nearly stacked in containers in the fridge. Like any big event, the aftermath is sometimes uncomfortable. I have a proclivity for introspection, and find myself wondering why the feeling of a balloon bursting so often follows the build up…
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December 25th
I’m lying in bed, stuffed to the gills, wondering how it’s even possible to eat as many items as we did tonight. It reminds me of a satire piece in a medical journal a few years ago about the “extra stomach” for desserts that appears, referred to as “the pot au creme.” While it may…