petal by petal
i lose myself
like the
roses
you
ga
ve
m
e
.
I look at the sands
And I remember us.
I remember what happened to us.They said sands, when
Held tightly, will trickle
Through your fingers —
It slips away from you, slowly.
i have learned
that if you water a plant
too much
you’re going to hinder
its growth — the blooming
of its floweryou’ll end up killing it.
It is inhumane, in my opinion, to force people who have a genuine medical need for coffee to wait in line behind people who apparently view it as some kind of recreational activity.
My boys
I love the way my two year old follows me around the house and yells momma anytime I’m out of his sight. I love holding my six year old’s hand and hearing him tell me he loves me. I love being cramped in the middle of my giant bed every night my boys on either side. The sweet smell of there hair and the way they can’t ever Seem to get close enough to me. I love my boys. Even though i get frustrated and want a moment alone or my bed to myself i know some day I’m going to miss all this. I’m happy i get to cherish these moments.
