Monday, February 16, 2009

morning



Man has gone to work
I hear wakeful noises, calling
Mama comes in the dark
little face squints at the light
back down creaking stairs with snuggles
a dry diaper
early noonies in the cozy rocker by the fire

2 comments:

  1. I sit with you in the Light...
    Always so beautiful here.

    Thank you, friend...
    Blessing on your morning, nights, the works of your hands...

    All's grace,
    Ann

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  2. Your blog invites me in with the utmost of simplicity, the sweetness of a hearth well-tended, and the tranquility of one at peace in herself and the world . . . though not of it. I delight in coming to your rose garden. May you be blessed for the gift you have shared so freely and beautifully.

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