She lay in bed listening…
to the steady wind of thoughts that rustled through the leaves
that swayed back and forth through the mighty trees.
She wondered why?
Why did the thoughts flow like a gushing river?
“I am tired.”
“Let me sleep.”
Pounding against the shore of her mind
Until she is gone.
I wrote this quick little poem last night because the words came to me as I lay awake
one night trying to rest. My body was tired but, not my mind. You know one of those
kind of restless nights.
My two youngest daughters delight , no actually, roll with laughter when I try to
pronounce certain words. One of those words is “poem”.
My daughters will come to me sometimes when they want a good laugh
and ask me to say certain words that they know I can not pronounce with
a proper English accent. For you see my southern drawl likes to sneek
through and my daughters roar with laughter, which is then proceeded
by an English lesson from my daughters. We all laugh and have such
a good time.
my two (bigger than me) “little monkeys”
daughter number 3 and 2.
Yesterday I had high hopes to get a lot of stitching done but,
somehow I only managed a small bit. Like the picture above
sometimes I feel “caught” in between the darkness and light…
the restless and the calm.