Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Just Counting Them

Hearing a song like gold in your friend's living room and "A woman like me sings the prettiest songs" wakes my heart in the middle of laundry and growing older

Nora's voice in the morning:  WAKE.  UP.  WAKE.  UP.  And then, "It's okay, mommy.  I'll just play with the kindle while you sleep in."

Coffee and Bible.

Watching Downton Abbey with Mom and Mike.

A warm dog asleep on my feet.

Getting to teach and write poetry tomorrow.

Mom looking over my shoulder while I write my blog.  Hi, Mom.  I see you there.  I love you.

All right, good friends.  Get some rest.

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