Saturday, October 9, 2021

Notes in Grandma's Knitting Basket

I watch you sleep. My morning routine has not disturbed you. You look at peace in sunlight filtered through sheers. I hope you are dreaming of me.
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A breeze rustles oak leaves
Crickets chirp in the grass
Cuddled on a Lone Star quilt
We enjoy the day together
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I love your laugh. It lightens my moods, lets me know you are happy with me, for how could you laugh so freely, so easily, if you were not.
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A rooster’s crowing awakens me at first light. I stir, and your arm tightens around me, pulling me into your love and early morning pleasures.
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