Foot puddles

Hands in beads

The tiny tufts at the back

Of my brothers relieved hair cut needs

Chickadees

 

Learning to cope at a young age

Gives fuel for freedom now

Then it felt like waiting

Did not know I was preparing or how

These simple pleasures

Would grow to being who I am

Writing 24 poems in three hours

Someone hit un-pause on me

Praise God for restoration

For diligence and peace

And for the fruits of the Spirit

Which now law appears to be

 

Little chickadees

Morning coffee

Biking into the sunrise