Breakfast

Girlie was channeling a dolphin this morning. The squealing was from joy not distress but still painful to my ears none the less. She finished her third bowl of cereal then poured her milk in the high chair tray, splashing is part of her fun in any liquid. Naptime came and she was impossible to…

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Many Springs

"okee mamee?" she asks and places her tiny hand on my shoulder. My face is on the floor again staring sideways at the sea of brown blond gold carpet listening to the neverending sound of the furnace vibrating through the galvanized vents. "Woof," she barks while jumping to emphasize the sound, proud that she can…

Winter Sunshine

The clouds parted I saw rather than felt the sun as the wind blew camouflage to block the light "Ah, winter," I sighed, "when will it end? Each year the season picks its victims and we shut down lacking vitamin D cursing the bitter cold the ache the stiff joints that creak louder each year.…

She walked

She claimed them as part of her family the short the tall the thick the small She wondered where she would be without them all spinning in confusion drowning in tears starving for empathy craving strength listening to dreams She found life fuller for them lesser in want of them a balance was needed. She…

Weather

It got here finally, the rain turned to ice with snow on top The blustery winter weather I expected to come next month, but no matter It is cold and Girly finally understands the reality of boots and a coat, not gloves a hat or a scarf but hey there's progress.

Girlie Sits

Like a big girl at the counter eating her cereal. Adamant refusal to sit in her high chair but pulling herself up three feet to sit on a high metal bar chair brought in for me to sit on in the kitchen while making biscuits with a screaming backache The Silent Sentinal noticed that she…

Happiness vs. Gratitude

Little hands squeezing my neck hello, " UP" she yells she is my happiness for now, today. Happiness is fleeting. But gratitude is a different thing than bestowing happiness, dear Santa. Gratitude requires the grace to accept something meant to help, like groceries from my neighbors or the mowing of my lawn because I can no…

Is a weed a flower?

The purple asters I picked from my old studio are wildflowers (weeds that get cut down) every year by the fanatic mowers that like acres of grass Not every field should look like a golf course. Without the weeds there would be no place for the bees to harvest unfertilized necter, is it an oxymoron…

Yellow in the glass

She does like to sort colors of objects into containers. Take the joy in little things. During the day she called every pipe cleaner yellow yellow yellow yellow as she transferred them from glass to glass while pretending to drink from a pipe cleaner I wrote the colors of the pipe cleaners on the glasses…