Five Minute Breakfast Poem {Two}
here we sit
on the cusp
…of days
filled with
dripping sticky
popsicle fingers
…of smells
reminiscent of
childhood
like fresh-cut grass
and chlorine
…of sounds
big canon ball
water splashes
and cheerful cries
with belly aching laughter
…of sunsets
tomorrows dreams
filled with
all the comforts
that are tangled
in our heart
and soul
as the rebirth
is upon us
there is a realization
that as all things splendid
end—
they equally begin
and that is
where hope resides
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This is wonderful. So, so wonderful.
Beautifully crafted. I can hear the children laughing.
Really really lovely.
i love {the cusp of days] AND tangled in our hearts and soul xoxoxo thank you.
This makes me want to run through the sprinklers! :-)
Mmmm. I love this line:
there is a realization
that as all things splendid
end—
they equally begin
and that is
where hope resides