The forces against us seem overwhelming,

For every move, I place myself in a new corner,

Without a way out, it appears,

Until eventually … checkmate.

 

Only to realize I can start again … fresh.

 

 

 

Just because you feel washed up, doesn’t mean it’s over.

Now is the time to dry out,

See the new shore,

Get up off the beach …

 

On this New Day.

 

Hiding, less than carefully under the tree,

Someone forgot to clear me up a while a ago,

But I sit here surrounded by friends of many colors,

Even glistening in the sunlight which reaches out through the green leaves above.

 

Shining a light on the carpet we made together.

A steadying ornament with purpose,

Helping those sleepy steps downstairs,

And the younger ones to crawl carefully,

Making faces all the while, as they complete the trip to breakfast.

 
Railings, keeping us safe, supporting us without many needs.

 

Few delights can compete with the love of a child beaming out at you.

A confident surrender of all love, transmitted in a smile, a smirk, with a cheeky gesture.

All providing the clarity of a love without hitches or agendas,

Just full of trust and feeling.

 

That they love you forever. That’s all.