there all the same

16 June 2011 Comments Off on there all the same

Today it was those little things.
The ones that,
if they happened singly,
you can laugh them off —
and I had to
look
for the things of beauty
instead of just seeing them everywhere.
But they were there all the same,
the laughter and music behind the
frustrations.
Boys playing cheerfully and telling me
their own little glimpses of life,
while “painting” with leaves and water.
And the way the light
glances off the sycamore
dimpling in the evening.
The wren singing fully,
competing against the sparrow.
And now, quietly
drinking my cup of tea and
relaxing as I knit
small socks for boys
to wear in the fall.

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