Friday, August 16, 2013
LITTLE PINK STOOL
It's those little things in life that make us happy.
a smile
a wink
a bite of rich dark chocolate
a child's hand in yours
and sometimes it's a little pink stool
You know the one that I mean
the one with the chippy soft pink paint
a stool that is so cracked and worn that no one else wanted it, so you paid three dollars so you could have the honor of bringing it home.
a stool that you just know some young farm girl sat on long ago while she milked the cows.
and you know that it must have belonged to a girl, because after all it is the softest shade of pink.
so you brought it home and set it down in front of the curtains draped with antique lace.
you set a pretty teacup and saucer on it
you spread an old quilt remnant over it to warm it up
and you said welcome home little pink stool.
a smile
a wink
a bite of rich dark chocolate
a child's hand in yours
and sometimes it's a little pink stool
You know the one that I mean
the one with the chippy soft pink paint
a stool that is so cracked and worn that no one else wanted it, so you paid three dollars so you could have the honor of bringing it home.
a stool that you just know some young farm girl sat on long ago while she milked the cows.
and you know that it must have belonged to a girl, because after all it is the softest shade of pink.
so you brought it home and set it down in front of the curtains draped with antique lace.
you set a pretty teacup and saucer on it
you spread an old quilt remnant over it to warm it up
and you said welcome home little pink stool.
Saturday, August 10, 2013
awash with memories
After so many sunny days, the rain has settled back in. At night I am startled by the jagged lightning and the crash of thunder.
In the morning it is the gentle tapping of the rain against my window that awakens me.
It feels like an old friend. A friend that has been with me through the many days of my life.
Days of summer games on big wide porches. Where the arguments over rules and cheating now fade into a misty background.
Memories of books read, curled up with an old quilt and a cup of cocoa while the rain hums a steady beat in the background.
I can almost smell the chicken frying as Mama battles the heat and humidity, and I long to wander downstairs one more time to set the table for a big family meal. To peek into the living room where Daddy sits in that old familiar chair reading his paper.
My family has long since scattered to distant places. Old friends that shared rainy days on the porch have disappeared from my life. Daddy has been gone many years and Mama is enjoying rainy days where someone else prepares her meals.
But as I listen to that old familiar patter on my window panes, it all comes back to me and I smile, knowing that the rain nourishes not only our gardens, but our souls as well.
In the morning it is the gentle tapping of the rain against my window that awakens me.
It feels like an old friend. A friend that has been with me through the many days of my life.
Days of summer games on big wide porches. Where the arguments over rules and cheating now fade into a misty background.
Memories of books read, curled up with an old quilt and a cup of cocoa while the rain hums a steady beat in the background.
I can almost smell the chicken frying as Mama battles the heat and humidity, and I long to wander downstairs one more time to set the table for a big family meal. To peek into the living room where Daddy sits in that old familiar chair reading his paper.
My family has long since scattered to distant places. Old friends that shared rainy days on the porch have disappeared from my life. Daddy has been gone many years and Mama is enjoying rainy days where someone else prepares her meals.
But as I listen to that old familiar patter on my window panes, it all comes back to me and I smile, knowing that the rain nourishes not only our gardens, but our souls as well.
Monday, August 5, 2013
remember this day
Remember this day.
It's the day you got out of bed.
It's the day you opened the front door and smelled the sweet smells of life.
It's the day you stretched your arms out and said hello world I'm here.
It's the day you spent loving yourself.
It's the day you shared that love with everyone you met so that it was reflected back onto yourself.
It's a day that can go on forever.
Remember this day.
It's the day you got out of bed.
It's the day you opened the front door and smelled the sweet smells of life.
It's the day you stretched your arms out and said hello world I'm here.
It's the day you spent loving yourself.
It's the day you shared that love with everyone you met so that it was reflected back onto yourself.
It's a day that can go on forever.
Remember this day.
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