Grateful.
Is a word not dignified enough,
To explain.
The way my heart swells,
the way my breath slows,
the way my soul sighs...
As I hang bright purple shirts,
on the clothesline.
Size 5th grade.
Long legged black pants,
long legs like her Daddy.
My baby girl,
is growing so fast,
and I am privileged to be her Mom.
I hang her curtains too,
bright purple, bright orange, bright pink,
peace signs.
Like her happy sweet spirit,
bright and beautiful and kind.
A breeze blows the linen,
and I feel blessed.
