She dances in confetti ringing in the new year in our chilly living room sparkling eyes under the Christmas tree Her sister smiles and yawns they finally made it together. Clasp hands and run to the hill smiling runny noses my little one spits just like me. It makes me laugh Not exactly lady like you see. Flying down the bumps screams of terror and delight till exhausted we collapse in our hot chocolate - It's a brand new day a new year our way.
"till exhausted we
collapse in our hot
chocolate" what a great image that conjures for me. One of familial love and making memories. These are the times we remember when we are old. Watching children do every day things like holding hands, giggling, and running.....and then coming back inside to the place they call home. Heavy sigh! So lovely. Lydi**
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
thank you so much. this one was just a little light in the dark I tend to wallow in my writing. I re.. read morethank you so much. this one was just a little light in the dark I tend to wallow in my writing. I really am a happy person:)
I remember the thrill of sledding and the taste of hot chocolate afterward. Hot chocolate never tasted so good. I enjoyed the upbeat poem and the structure reminded me of a sled run. ; )
Well what do you know, you have a cute and cuddly side who wouda thunk it?Go ahead correct my speeling you know you wanna lol.This poem is lovely,happy New Year:)
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
I wouldn't dream of correcting your SPELLING lol. And yes, I can be squishy every once in a while.
Maybe but the truth remains in a still of day among eyes whom have seen , the trust that follow alon.. read moreMaybe but the truth remains in a still of day among eyes whom have seen , the trust that follow along the meadow brook stream in the dews morning breath I take within:)
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