It’s been a While…

on grandma’s lap,
caramel goodness
prevents jaws from functioning;
that moth-ball-smell
of her cardigan,
the rough fabric
scratching your cheek ~

what would you give
to be
that kid again;
the one who
looks at the world
with eyes, so big
and full of wonder?

a glimpse
triggers a smile…
and loving gestures
live on forever.


A Simpler World

stick-figures crowd the scribbled green,
holding (7-fingered) hands,
while the papery sun
shines down
on a papery, multicolored world.

crayoned still life;
gigantic smiles
on undersized faces
(lacking noses)
sweet, yet brutal honesty ~

the purity
of an untainted mind.

The Toss

arms wrap and lift
the small, fidgeting body
out of clear blue water,
up high into the air

swimsuit checkered pink and green
big goggles dominate
a small, laughing face –
ears stick out at an odd angle,
tamed by goggles’ rubber band;
wet hair in disarray

joyous squeal pierces ears
and draws a smirk;
the girl, panting with anticipation
to the father’s loving smile

a toss
a fountain –
and goggles resurface,
coughing, laughing ~
awaiting another round.

… following dVerse‘s wonderful prompt once again

Looking for my Marbles

can you still hear
the soft clanking noise
that takes you back
to your childhood?
how can i
ever forget
how much
i loved these
as a child.
i wonder
if i still
have them all –
i am sure
i lost a couple
over the years
and they got
with imposters.
i wish
i could
get them all back
for back then,
the world

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Teddy Bear

how many nights
you kept
the monsters
at bay
with your fluffy paws
when i was
still little
and too scared to sleep

how many days
you spent
being dragged around
by an ear
or an arm
or carried in a heartfelt

loved fiercely,
washed scarcely,
for fear you could drown
in the washing machine

you gave me comfort,
i gave you a soul.

i will never forget
my first
true friend.

The Cycle

she opened her eyes
in her mother’s strong arms
so lively and still oh so frail

smiling faces looked back
soothing voices her guide
and she slept to her grandmother’s tale

tiny feet running fast
getting chased by her dad
through the garden, so many a day

her sweet laughter rang out
making loving hearts sing
as she played with sun’s colorful ray

she got older and met
the first love of her life
and she cherished the feelings that grew

with her man by her side
she gave birth to a child
cherishing the new soul through and through

when the first wisps of grey
touched her long, silky hair
she witnessed her sweet son grow strong

full of life as he was
then, she knew she’d done well
and she hoped he would never go wrong

when she lay, so worn out
in her family’s home
her son held her, as long as it took

and she closed her wise eyes
to the warmth of his touch
while death turned the last page in her book

For the Treasure Chest…

i love getting mail. packages in particular. it always makes me feel like a child when i can rip open a cardboard box and stare at the goodies inside.

and once again, i couldn’t resist.

i discovered these two children’s books a couple of days ago… and they were so lovely, so beautiful and spoke so much truth, i had to have them. i didn’t expect it to be so easy to get my hands on them (since i’m in germany and the author is not), but surprisingly, it was. hail the mighty web!

so, Mrs. Jamcracker, i am delighted to have these two in my possession. thank you so much for sharing your wonderful stories.

new additions to my treasure chest! i am thrilled!

Kids Only?!

Imageyes, i am obsessed with children’s books. they are – to me –  among the most beautiful things in the world. how can anyone not love the simple clarity, the soft language and the precise, meaningful words, telling a wonderful story? instantly makes me feel warm and cosy… at home.

Love you forever” is a masterpiece… it is to me.

i have to admit that not a week goes by where i don’t take it out of the bookshelf and give it – at least – a quick scan. so beautiful.

if i have children one day, i hope i will be brave enough to read it to them… because i have never managed to read through all of it without tears streaming down my face.

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Paging Dr. Seuss

… how i miss him.
i ran into a copy of “Oh, the Places You’ll Go!” this morning and of course I had to read it… over and over again.
it is truly fascinating how absolutely wonderful someone can describe the journey of life with such simple words… but can nonetheless give it a ton of meaning. i wasn’t lucky enough to have it read to me when i was a child, i discovered it at the age of 25… and instantly loved it.

i find it curious that it was first published in 1990, which makes it the last book Dr. Seuss published before his death. what a great way to say goodbye. i am thankful for this gift and i am sure i’m not the only one.

You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles cross weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…

…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or the waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for the wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

… this part especially got my attention today. i feel it mirrors the state of mind the world is in right now – to perfection.
the deep breath before the…

new beginning?
… i’m not sure. something.
and while we wait for something to happen, we just run in circles… or don’t move at all… because, hey, that’s what we know. it feels oh so familiar.

i am curious to find out.

thank you, Dr. Seuss. you’re truly missed!

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