Sunday, September 29, 2013

Thoughts for Mom on her Birthday

On a typical day
Happiness is over looked
It’s just something
That you’re bound to see again
Nothing to dwell on
But sometimes
We barely realize what things
Actually do make us

Like cracking an egg
With perfect precision
Or jumping off those last
Few steps in the morning
Stepping on crunchy leaves
Knocking something over
And then catching it “like a ninja”
I love knowing the right spot to scratch
On my dog to make him dance
The smell of fresh bread
Or hitting that snooze button
Even though you know you shouldn’t
The delicate craft of eating the last bite on a Popsicle
And eating the last bit
From the bottom of the chip bag
I love lying in bed and listening to the rainfall
Or helping a worm cross the street

And what if this is happiness
A slow distribution
Of these tiny acts
And maybe now you’ll stop
And be happy
And catch up on your list
Of small

Happy Birthday, Mom

              Love, Alex  

No comments:

Post a Comment