Waking gradually, sun-warmed and smiling,
the sound of music softly playing, a woman's voice
singing of clouds, of ups and downs and fairy tales.
A soft worn couch, patchwork pillows colored bright,
book in hand, words breath life to worlds,
stories end happily, heroines triumphant.
Gentle clinking of ice in a cooling glass,
the tart taste of lemon, calmed with sweetness,
condensation under hand, blades of grass between toes.
A ringing phone, answered by a familiar voice,
an open door, and a warm embrace to greet you,
the rhythmic tapping of tiny feet, and burbling laughter.
The encompassing softness of a chunky-knit sweater,
quiet, cooling, lamp-lit darkness
sweet, warm, marshmallowed hot chocolate.
A welcoming bed, a soothing hand,
night-dark, a fan rhythmically hums,
welcoming sleep, and pleasant dreams.
About the Creator
Emilee
Hello fellow lovers of the written word. I write rarely and infrequently and sometimes have something lovely to share. I read voraciously and often. Thanks to all of you who share bits and pieces of yourself with us all!
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