No Grand Words

 No grand words

Swell to fill my soul

It is all simple and every day

Common things

But the innocent adoring smile and flashing tiny teeth

The twinkling eyes of my baby

And the curly mop of hair on my big boy's head

And his long gangly form

Bring incredulous joy to my heart

A fleeting kiss on the cheek from my daughter

Delicate as a Pansy

And a head resting on my shoulder

Just filling up an emotional cup

Seeing the maple tree turning

Three russet shades

And pounding rain as I rest my weary head on a yielding welcoming pillow

The piles of things everywhere

That beckon to be put away

And the muffins that beg to be baked

Birthday parties to plan

A baby asking for nursing

And arms reaching up

Memories of my grandmother

That are every day blessings

A book that helps me remember parts of who I am

Dreams I refuse to let die

Gently floating to my mind's surface at perfect moments

Aching loneliness for connection

Wishing to feel full

Folding laundry again

Colors and textures and piles

Surrounding me

Thinking I'd rather be drying flowers today

And warm water as I wash dishes

Gifts from my wedding day seventeen years past

Simple simple moments

No grand way to express them

But they are my own

And they matter

So dearly

That old creaky stool

From my great grandfather's house

And that book I found in a beautiful moment for my mother

Bees wax candles

I only have two and I can't bear to light them

So MANY moments hold feeling for me

So many thoughts are surrounded by prayers and emotion

And I care for it all

The big wide glorious broken everything

The mountains and that Rose bush by that barbed wire fence

Along the road I drive to visit my grandmother's bench

It is Scarlett (the Rose bush)

And alone

And beautiful

And I love it too

And I love you

And I love you