thinking of my sister

"Children of the same family, the same blood, the same first associations and habits, have some means of enjoyment in their power, which no subsequent connections can supply."
-Jane Austen

Wake up call

This is your life.
Life
Yours
Wake up!
This is your f'ing life!!

Our World

It brings me
such joy
To hear you laugh
Really laugh
Your head tips backwards
All your chompers showing
Eyelids closing
Eyelashes dancing
Strange pecking noises
Rising from your throat
And to think
All I had to do
Was play for you
Biz Markie's song
"Pickin Boogers"

Pleasantries

The second day in a row that we have not turned the heat on. The breeze from the window settles the dust of winter in this house. A reminder that spring is here. You smell of bath salts and the candle smells of lavender. Spring joy. Joy Spring.

bedtime

Strings of sleep catch us
Wrapping fingers along
Dreaming thoughts
Cocooning