Love Notes
Scribbled Hope
Life likes dishing out its purpose
Sent to remind us, that hope still floats
Sweet memories scooped up like ice cream
Love's simple sacred scribbled notes
Lyrics given without music
Love songs singing to the soul
So, as we learn to listen to it
Always leaves us wanting more
Pixilated perks from heaven
Gifts to show us what love is
No expectations, freely given
brightly shines like chandeliers
They come and go fast, without warning
these precious sparks of twinkled dreams
As warm and welcoming as morning
a single ray of hope filled beams
Don't miss your gift, caught up in shadows
there is a season for each feeling felt
Let your flame burn until its last glow
while in its warm embrace, just melt
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
This felt so liberating! Loved your poem!
Your love notes are lovely.
Scribbled hope is such a beautiful way of putting this!!
Just melt, indeed :)