Heartfelt laughter filled the air.
Crisp with sounds of fun and cheer.
Finding a moment or two
To look at the world and laugh. It’s true.
Always amused by the way the light filters
Through the glass on a clear morn.
How the patterns resemble hearts, catterpillars, squiggly lines
which remind me of the early drawings that hung on the refrigerator.
Smiling at that. Amused at the fact, the sun can deliver a memory
worth savoring, shift slightly and create something new.
Always amused by the way the mind works in undulating patterns.
Appearing random, but intricately laced together to form a life
of pleasure, woven through the tapestry of time, beating to a rhythm
uniquely mine. A rhythm easily and always amused.
Filling the air with laughter and joyous noise.
Enough to bring this life a glorious choice.
The choice to remain always amused.
Thankful it starts.
Grateful in our hearts.
Prayers to those who need it most.
Prayers to those who might not know.
Gratitude for the rising sun.
Grateful for the day has begun.
Smiling, holding space for what?
Laughter and a lighter heart.
Condolences to those who need.
Quick smiles and long hugs.
Love everything so much.
Even when it gets hard.
Gratitude still drives the car.
Running ahead toward something not quite seen.
Time gets away from me.
Floating away. ‘Time could you slow down?’ I say.
Time laughs and moves farther away.
I gather my things; chores, fun, work, play, other things to do today.
Hugged tightly in my arms. We run toward time.
Time is too far. Skipping, running, trying hard,
But time stays to far
out of reach. I think I must
lighten this load and trust.
Trust that time will slow for me
if I could drop a few things.
Arms open wide and toss it ALL aside.
Running unencumbered now.
‘Time! Time! I am getting there now.’
Time smiles slowly, with great pleasure.
‘I see you finally learned to measure
the importance of time these days.
How you do not wish it to slip away.’
Nodding and somewhat surprised
To find somethings by my side.
‘You see the ones that really matter
will never get away. Those stick like glue
and stay with you.’
‘I see’, I kindly say.
You walk the frozen waters edge
In fine lacey gowns. Parasol, twirling round.
Whispering, ‘boo’, to those who stand around.
Until the day your voice was heard.
You made a friend who enjoyed the cold.
She too walked along, alone.
In frozen solitude.
Crunching ice beneath her shoes.
You glided silently by her side.
Enjoying every view.
Describing how young these trees where then.
She marvels at them now.
How beautiful they have grown.
What stories they can tell.
You marvel at your friend.
What it could have been.
Had you met a lifetime ago.
Would you both have giggled, so.
You would like to believe it true.
She is like a future you.
More refined and somewhat sad today.
Heartened by your friendly way.
You both part again. Till next time my friend.
Goodbye and farwell.
You will be here in lace and parasol.