Moments, Another Oldie Options

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Moments

I head home
after another chaotic
night of luna-driven
911 calls.
The car sputters -- stalls
on 441 and Winston,
about twenty yards
before my door.

I check the mail, tally bills
and find I'm still thirty cents short.

A long-winded sigh reminds me
of Joe Swanson, who lived
next door,
before he lost his child, his job--his home.

I whisper, "Thank you."

Laundry blocks our kitchen entry;
dirty dishes cover an unkempt counter
and the dog couldn't hold it
through the night.
He snuggles against my chest
demonstrating unconditional love.

The day is done.

I sneak a peek at Lauren,
watch her sleep-
her tiny fingers clenched
about Pooh's ear.

Her gentle breath
rustles loose sheets,
tickles her nose, stirring smiles.

She's a cherub child...

I sit and listen to the silence,
then whisper...

"Thank you Lord, you've blessed my ordinary life
with such extraordinary moments."


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Moments

I head home
after another chaotic
night of luna-driven
911 calls.
The car sputters -- stalls
on 441 at Winston Blvd,
a few feet
before my door...

I check the mail, tally bills
and still I'm thirty cents short.
A long-winded sigh ... reminds me
of Joe Swanson, who lived
next door, before he lost his child,
his job ... his home.

I whisper, "Thank you."

Laundry piles block
our kitchen entry; dirty dishes cover
an unkempt counter ...
and the dog couldn't hold it
through the night.
He snuggles
his snout against my chest
demonstrating how unconditional love
ought to be.

The day is done.
I sneak a peek at Lauren,
watch her sleep-
her tiny fingers clenched
about Pooh's ear,
hoping adventures dance in her dreams.
Her gentle breath
rustles loose sheets,
tickles her nose stirring smiles.

She's a cherub child...
I sit and listen to the silence,
then whisper...

"Thank you Lord, you've blessed my ordinary life
with such extraordinary moments."