Mom

She lights up when she laughs. Her whole face just beams. She smiles and it just melts my heart. I love her so much. The thought of ever not having her with me wreaks havoc on my heart. She completes my world. she's my confidant, my rock, my supporter, and she is my nurturing force. I love her so much.

Silence

Sounds that should be there vanish. The world seems to stop. There's not even a whisper of your own breath. Its eerily...silent.

Caught up

The soft scent of cinnamon, the smell of fresh paints, and the aroma of fresh yarn. Every turn you feel those creative juices flowing, pulsing through the veins. Oh I know something amazing is about to come from this trip!

Joyful Victory

The look of serious determination lines his face in a way I am sure he has only seen on the adults around him. He lines his shots up, and after a gorgeously hit 100 times, the small green ball glides into the hole like a ferret to their burrow. Reaching down and scooping it out, he turns and triumphantly thrusts his arms to the sky. Grinning ear to ear and proud as can be, he whoops " I did it! I'm amazing!"
"Yes , yes you are. " I burst with almost as much excitement as he has. Running over to get his victory hug, I wrap my arms around him and feel happy.

OH Goodness

Nothing is quite so frustrating as listening to the soft whirring of the strands of yarn as they are pulled mercilessly from they blanket and wound into a gorgeous pile of tangles upon the floor.

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At my most vulnerable moment, I look around only to see shadows of where you stood,

Love

Laying in your arms
The heat from your embrace lulling me into a state of pure contentment
My eyes begin to slowly see more of a comfortable black ocean of sleep
I listen to the rhythm of your heart
You never let me go, you hold me to you like your arms were molded for just this moment
All I feel is love

A clear moment

The night is clear and still except for the passing of the cars nearby.
You're so close.
Everything about you is close.
I can feel the heat from you in the cool air
You lean forward and kiss me
the soft warm pressure of your lips on mine explodes every sense I posses
I love you

Nature's Paint Brush

The pale blue sky stretches out to embrace the soft rose, peach and lemon chiffon edges of the horizon. It appears that the sky has been painted by children with pastel spring flowers for brushes. 

Pollen covered face giggling as they dab daffodils, tulips and lilies across pools of aqua.

As quickly as the hues possessed the sky they fade. 

Solemn grays, charcoal and blacks take their place. 

To my core the cheery warmth seeps out and is replaced with a cold hollow feeling. 

Winter encroaches upon my spring thoughts, and scolds me for having them.

Sighing, I agree, I should have embraced the hues of winter, and not forced them to be something else.

Shame on me.

A Quiet Afternoon

Rays of light make their way through the bars of the blinds struggling to fill the room with their glow. They are mostly kept at bay, but a few dimly illuminate the spacious cavern of the room.
The soft melody of piano keys tickled by a knowing master coupled with the soft sounds a distant river echo calmly off the walls, creating an illusion of being at a concert in a forest.
I close my eyes and try to make the world stop.
About that time, the door flies open and a boisterous group of youth bound through the door with a miss mash of their adventures of the last forty five minutes.
I smile and nod at each new story. I know that I am honored to be the recipient of each one, and yet inwardly I sigh and my eyes drift over to the window where rays of light make their way through the bars of the blinds.

A Faithful Friend

Her eyes, sparkling and eager. Anxious for the smallest little acknowledgement.
She softly whimpers again and again, telling me she wants something.
Each pitch of the whine heightens with want as she wags her tail and submissively bows her head.

When given what she desires, she dances joyously like in a contest all her own, and each time wins over my heart. A small warm tongue wets my arm, an she looks lovingly at me, my faithful friend.

Hurting Heart

The burn of each tear as it forms and spills over my lashes, is a reminder of the pain that is inside.
My heart beats so quickly, and my air seems to almost be cut off at times. 
Every word is formed and moves across my lips like molasses in the winter.
I know its only slow motion in my mind, but the agony of the waiting for the word to be heard seems like eternity.
 In the end, like a ray of light twinkling through dew drops in the morning, hope flickers.
I hold on to it like a life preserver, I know this can be overcome .

A Peaceful Slumber

The warmth of the light that fills his space.

The constant flowing of the water nearby.

His eyes labor to open and then give up.

Closing them he breathes softly and slumbers with a smile.