The sweetest life


This sweetest life we live
heart shaped world of happy days
the scent of childhood drifting through
the cracks and crevices
of our yesterday driven minds,
peanut butter cookie moments
sweet and smooth
befitting nothing more
than a cold glass of milk.
Thoughts drift back to days gone by
the dairy down the street
the scent of cows in meadows
muching grass to make the white goodness,
and the glass bottles with cardboard caps
sitting in metal cages on the porch
delivered before dawn,
to see how this life is changed
no longer the joy of a door stop delivery
but stores filled with choices
overwhelming to behold
when we just long for the simplicity
of days like we had found
back then.
Aprons and potholders made by tiny hands,
mismatched and ill fitting
but loved none the less
and the plate left cooling
in an autumn window
where the breeze pushed the flavors in
filling the house
with the sense of happiness.
Those days long gone
no children have I to teach,
to bake the sweets that I recall
except for the occasion that arises
when the need to deliver to another
a simple gift to welcome
a thank you or hello,
nice to see you and a thrown together sweet
for you to enjoy
and that maybe you too will remember
those days of your life
when life was simple
and lunch bags carried
a cookie or two,
made with love
by mothers hand.

Sitting at lunch reminiscing of when I was young and how the aroma of home made cookies would drift through the house and how now every variety can be bought off a shelf, but it’s the love built within that really matters, by hand and not machine, time spent to say hey, I care and here, have a cookie or two….or three….with love,
from me.

yummy photo found at: http://www.createdby-diane.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Homemade-NutterButter-Cookies.jpg
and the recipe too. 🙂

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Into today


i had a story

As deep and mysterious as

A thousand nights

Forgotten.

How many years had it been

Since I saw your face

Till photographs remind me

Of all I left behind.

These days filled with more

Letting go

Moving on

Loving more

Dreaming always

And I thought then of the words you wrote

Yellowed and folded

Childlike print

You were a sage of my yesterday

Now crumbling into the fire

I built of scattered thoughts

That will burn 

And I will walk away

In mirror image of you

But I will be better

Because I left it behind

On the path

To loving me. 

 

Worn


I wore the shirt
Softest plaid
Long before
Kurt made it cool,
On days when the poison
Coursed through my veins
Sleeves rolled up
As the needle dripped
Red like Kool-Ade.
I wore the shirt
On summer nights
Laying on the carpet
Listening to the words
Laughing with friends
Beer flowed like water.
I wore the shirt
When a princess died
Drinking coffee
Watching with tears
I wiped on my shoulder
Wrapped like a blanket
Comforting me.
I wore this shirt
As I walked the lonely street
doc Martens making no sound
In the darkness where I belonged
To the night and the neon,
I wore this shirt
As they covered him with dirt
I walked away
Feeling old and worn
Like this tattered shirt
I wear today
Thirty years gone by
A hole here and there
And I wouldn’t have it
Any other way
Because the familiar can soothe
Can raise a soul above
Yesterday and a memory.