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What has been
What Has Been
It's Tuesday,
more like Sunday,
kid is still peaceful,
birds chatting outside, feels like I've woken up in someone else's life,
coffee scolding,
butter just melting,
the smell lingering lovingly,
bliss is visiting, sitting on the windowsill and giving kindness to my day.
She wakes
but doesn't cry
nor crawl for me,
she begins playing, I listen to her soft rah-rah chat with her knitted dinosaur.
Serenity breathes
anoints this place,
leaves her invisible mark,
on my soul, on my weary mind with a kindness I rarely deserve.
Oh today,
I thank you,
knowing there'll be challenges
ahead, and soon, but let them come, wash, wash over me for I know
what has been.
It's Tuesday,
more like Sunday,
kid is still peaceful,
birds chatting outside, feels like I've woken up in someone else's life,
coffee scolding,
butter just melting,
the smell lingering lovingly,
bliss is visiting, sitting on the windowsill and giving kindness to my day.
She wakes
but doesn't cry
nor crawl for me,
she begins playing, I listen to her soft rah-rah chat with her knitted dinosaur.
Serenity breathes
anoints this place,
leaves her invisible mark,
on my soul, on my weary mind with a kindness I rarely deserve.
Oh today,
I thank you,
knowing there'll be challenges
ahead, and soon, but let them come, wash, wash over me for I know
what has been.
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