I wrote these notes sitting at the Cannon home in January. It was our holiday vacation, since we couldn't leave until New Year's Day.
Sounds of a happy home
A grandmother’s rosary of sorting silverware
Prayers sung to her heavenly audience
The thumping of elephant herds wrestling overhead
Big brother is the best toy today
Gurgles and occasional cries
The flexible monkey pulls “be glorified” melodies from her flower
Pitter patter from eight extra feet, four now snoring on my lap
“Can we take the yard home?”
“Dinner will be ready when it’s ready.”
“That’s an answer.”
Monday, June 23, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Tired
the end of the day
the lines begin to blur
frustrations can mount
like anthills in africa
the end of the day
the tension in my head
no one should talk to me
it's not safe anymore
the end of the day
the exhaustion takes over
how was your meeting
just listen to mine
the end of the day
the dogs are waiting
food, water, let me out
we love you anyway
the end of the day
the work is still there
just until the battery runs out
one hour more on the couch
the end of the day
the dvr beckons
watch without interruption
let my brain shut down
the end of the day
the pillowcases are cold
this is my husband
in whom I am well pleased
the end of the day
the dreams started as stories
which one tonight
float off to the future
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