TakingNotice

As I have gotten older

I’ve become more aware

Of the little things

Having been bombarded by

The grand things of

Life I have sought

Refuge in the quiet

Things raindrops on eaves

The scratching of fall

Leaves and ant hills

That seem to erupt

Overnight through sidewalk cracks

The slower things like

Inch by delicate inch

Of freshly fallen snow

That crawls against windows

And plump caterpillars that

Wind and weave munching

Polka dots in green

On their way to

Emerging butterfly and oh

Yes love as called

Accepting it rather than

Seeking it there’s comfort

In the little slow

Things that simply show

Up for no other

Reason than being themselves

And I taking notice

HappyMothersDay

Love knows no age

Nor does it know

Time it doesn’t recognize

Distance nor does it

Ever really make rhyme

It’s never ever easy

And it’s always surprising

Love is like air

After drowning it’s like

Water after running it’s

Like fire after freezing

Love is a blanket

That someone covers you

With while you’re napping

Love is so many

Things that if we

Just stopped to think

For a moment we’d

Realize that yes we’ve

Been in love so

Many many times before

Starting with our mom

Seesaw

At first we

We’re children on

A seesaw giggling

And laughing as

Up we went

And down we’d

Go but over

Time it wasn’t

Just us on

The seesaw it

Was everything and

Everyone else that

Wanted to ride

Our ride and

All this weight

Changed our seesaw

From a pleasure

And into life

The glee gone

Now just up

And down and

Up and down