Simple Things

the first sip of hot coffee in the quiet of my sleepy house, the babes still in bed

the dance the flame of my candle makes, gently warming my eyes, my spirit, the room, our home

the gentle pad of tiny feet as they hit the floor and find their way to me

Snuggle me, Mama? Of course, my love, of course.

crumbs on the floor, the table, the counter, evidence of food made and eaten

party decorations still up, reminding me of the fun that came from choosing a different path

the golden edge of my Bible, glistening in the candleglow, calling to me

apple crisp in the oven, filling the house with the scent of fall

my babies, all piled on my lap, under the blankets, tiny trucks and machines driving back and forth on my knee