Her smile in the morning when she rises,
sleep still in her eyes, and tells me she slept well.
Her face framed in perfectly disheveled hair.
Pictures in frames, echoing smiles
that stay with me. Even though some are gone,
leaving scars I’ve learned to live with,
with or without the assist of the still images.
And the newest one for this list:
Our puppy, sniffing around for just the right place,
finally learning to lift his leg to pee!
Comments
The title is good...
right away, I think of dozens of little things that can bring a smile to my lips.
This means that you have connected to a reader.
The picture of 'Her' sleepy eyed and devilishly disheveled hair...
"Our" puppy, sniffing and lifting his leg, pegs this piece as being very special.
An achingly sweet pain, that needs to be felt. Love this!
~ Geez.
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Thanks Geez! I like your
Thanks Geez! I like your comment about connecting with the reader - something I think we should always strive for in our writing. Glad you liked this piece.
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