We never
wanted two cats
and a dog
the white picket fence
and the station wagon
The world
waited just over the horizon
Odd
isn’t it how
our fondest memories
are of kids and dogs
two old cats rule
we no longer need
yet have
two station wagons
all a part of
creating a place called home
What about that white picket fence?
Where is the nutcracker who stands sentry by the front door? or tiny train going round and round looking for Christmas? small fairy sled that’s carried generations of rosy cheeked babes sits in an upstairs corner – waiting. the cats wait too – lazing in a slice of winter sun. Now grown children pop chocolates…
No sun squeezed through the blinds this morning, instead grey skies filled the transom windows dampness settled on the deck rain set in mid-morning – it would be a muted, routine day Morning email changed things when the message arrived I waited to share whatever awaited hoping one click would provide answers bring closure He…
I know I hear the silence more and some times catch myself listening to cars approaching from up the street Sitting on the front steps at night the stars are so beautiful, they almost make me cry Some times I can’t explain how it feels.
Entrusting one’s innermost thoughts and feelings to another person – acknowledging that other person as the most important in one’s life – believing the trust will never be broken …akin to stepping into an abyss and knowing (on faith) someone will be there to catch you.
I started to ask myself when did it begin How many days? 365 in most years, so has it been 1,825,000 – or more even science doesn’t know the answer Some would say quantifying things is important even necessary – but Life might be about each moment – how would one possibly find a way…
He didn’t brush the hair from in front of her ear as much as caress it to better display the earrings he’d given her for their anniversary Without a word his brief gesture spoke leagues about their relationship and his feelings. How is it that a cup of tea or a touch can say it…