Showing posts with label Puppy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Puppy. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Friday, November 07, 2014
Saturday, October 18, 2014
A Quiet Thanksgiving
Right now
the afternoon brightens
the dogs sleep
beside me
the last of the corn
and the best acorn squash
from the garden are
roasting from light to gold
The kids sleep one room away
done with every weekend activity
A stumbled home from a night shift
and also sleeps
I? I have something completely
unrelated to work to read
while the week's laundry
churns itself clean and dry
Sounds so ordinary
but this hasn't happened
in years. It is a returning
peace, to be thankful.
_
the afternoon brightens
the dogs sleep
beside me
the last of the corn
and the best acorn squash
from the garden are
roasting from light to gold
The kids sleep one room away
done with every weekend activity
A stumbled home from a night shift
and also sleeps
I? I have something completely
unrelated to work to read
while the week's laundry
churns itself clean and dry
Sounds so ordinary
but this hasn't happened
in years. It is a returning
peace, to be thankful.
_
Friday, June 27, 2014
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Saturday, April 05, 2014
Tuesday, April 01, 2014
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
A Serious Accusation
These days--and nights--with the kids cute, funny, kinda little, and sleeping under the same roof feel so blessed.
Letting each day go is a struggle, I know I'll look back on now as some of the sweetest times of parenthood some day.
That said, the kids aren't really *that* little.
Just yesterday, the first-grader accused me of treating her "like a kindergartner" :).
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Letting each day go is a struggle, I know I'll look back on now as some of the sweetest times of parenthood some day.
That said, the kids aren't really *that* little.
Just yesterday, the first-grader accused me of treating her "like a kindergartner" :).
_
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Diagnosis
Their eyes tell me about my future
how they grow up soft
in my heart
Their hands travel like my past
muddied innocent
grown lean
Their touch keeps books of memories
to listen, turn, learn
and cry out
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how they grow up soft
in my heart
Their hands travel like my past
muddied innocent
grown lean
Their touch keeps books of memories
to listen, turn, learn
and cry out
_
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Sunday, March 09, 2014
Friday, March 07, 2014
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Monday, January 13, 2014
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