Eat your frogs so that by early evening you can delight in tomatoes, prepping them for winter in jars, the way gramma taught you. Together you sliced them, chasing the diced bits around the cutting boards like small children chase ducklings.
Take your raincoat, and venture into the time after the first summer rain, see how the streets steam and the evening light fills the rising. Don’t hesitate, the rain will come again and you will lose your window.
See your daughter’s dirty elbows and listen closely as she speaks of how the dirt came to coat them. Splash and laugh as you bathe her with warm soapy water before bed.
Eat your frogs so that you don’t feel you have stolen time from work to live. Then, you will be able to rest awhile. Your life will be made by these tiny moments.
I especially LOVE the last line. That is so true for all of us. “Your life will be made by these tiny moments.” I enjoyed reading your poem very much.
Thank-you for taking the time to comment, Mary-Jeanne!
What fun! I especially like the opening line “Eat your frogs so that by early evening you can delight in tomatoes, prepping them for winter in jars, the way gramma taught you.”
Thank-you, Jacob!