You’ll quickly find that I’m no poet,
But if the list wants to rhyme,
well then, so be it.
Midnight laughter
Little girl chatter
New shampoo and shiny hair
A box of rice krispie treats to share
Baby putting herself to sleep
My own sleep, restful and deep
Scrunched little face sniffing a rose
Kisses planted on her itty-bitty nose
Forecast of potential winter storm warning
Bird songs hinting, “Here comes the spring.”
A florist shop run to breathe some flowers
New pens, filling my Bible with colors
Afternoon chance to go to the store
Can’t believe it – a newly washed floor
Baby begging for dish-soap bubbles
Songs of courage in the middle of troubles
Stacks of clean diapers to put away
Fresh glimmers of hope for another day
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