Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Longing


For H

Pots banging, kids screaming, T.V. blaring, mom yelling. 

Long days.

Water splashing, kids squealing, dad reading. 

Sweet relief.

Pink pajamas, soft blankie, cuddle time. 

Precious moments.

Eyes closing, tiny hands relaxing, downy hair falling across the brow. 

Remember this.

Looking down, reaching out, holding close. 

Tears falling.

Joy, sorrow, pride, regret. 

Motherhood.


Shelly

4 comments:

  1. This is a sweet post. With my oldest only a few years from leaving the nest, I totally get this. We only have our children for a few precious years, even though sometimes a day feels like it will never end :). Such paradox. Thanks, Shelley!

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  2. Pink pajamas? No. But the rest, I get. Oh, do I ever.

    That old saying? "The days are long, but the years are short"? You know it, of course. And you KNOW it, don't you?

    Tears fall. Let them fall. Taste the salt. Such is life.

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  3. Love this. Each word is reality in my life. I appreciate you.

    KB

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