Sleep for 4 hours, dash the tiredness from blue-grey eyes
Stoke up the fire without properly waking up
Make coffee
Rouse the sister that you still think about with fierce, protective thoughts,
Despite her 21 years
Get ready….laughing, pushing, playing, talking, dreaming
While long, blonde hair is brushed,
Shimmy into starched jeans and
Stamp into town boots
Start the car and let it warm up,
Bump down the pot-holed road,
Little dogs panting all the while
Elk, pigs, turkeys, 2 baby deer….small gifts opened and treasured on the way to Mass
Worship with others, raise your song high
Home again, home again, jiggity jig
Scrape part of a hide
Shoot until the ammo is gone
Rope the dummy
Listen to the stories they’re trying to tell you,
That’s printed into your DNA
Get them all down before it’s too late
Cry for the time that’s been wasted,
The mistakes that have been made
Pick yourself up and realize
Tomorrow’s a new day
Realize that His timing is the right timing,
That everything that has happened
To you,
For you,
In spite of you,
Was just setting you up for the
NOW
It’s just right
Smile, tired arms flung out in a bed of
Red flannel and levi quilts
Protecting you until the dawn
Of a beautiful
New day
xo xo Liz
Photo Credit: Junk Gypsy
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