At Grandma house on Pap Pap’s day
we eat and walk,
we run and play,
we eat and sit,
waste the day
in love.
Everyone loves
and everyone is loved
at Grandma and Pap Pap’s house.
Author Archives: Amy @ Generous Wisdom | Spacious Heart
Trust (I)
I bounce a little
and sway a little
and turn myself in a slow circle;
I pat Mr. I’m-18-Months-Old-
And-I-Love-Toy-Cars on the back
and wrap his soft arm around my neck.
He rubs my shoulder with pudgy fingers.
He makes quiet ooo-ooo-ing sounds.
I bounce a little,
sway a little
and turn myself in a slow circle;
I feel his head press against my chest,
feel his weight press down on my arms,
feel his hands become still and his voice quiet.
I bounce a little
and sway a little,
turn myself in a slow circle a little more.
He has fallen,
and I have caught him.
Last night rain came…
Last night rain came and swirled below,
like suffering, like shame;
this morning day lillies shone like jewels;
the rain was gone, (vanished was the angst, the darkness of last night.)
