bluesandbarebones:

I wrapped up all your presents
I hope you like the bows
I got the ball you wanted
And the rocket ship that glows

But as I finished wrapping
It then occurred to me
How nothing that meant anything
Was underneath that tree

The toys will soon be broken
Books read and out of sight
We’ll take down all…

Oh, bluesandbarebones, this is beautiful! I need to be sure to wrap those extra presents up for my two sons, ages 11 and 8, as well. Sometimes as I remind them to put their toothbrushes back in the holder, or clear their dishes from the table, I think to myself, “Their wives will thank me one day.” But I’m not in a hurry for that day to come. I love the gift of their grins and jokes and laughter and their hugs and snuggles and am not in a rush to share them. *at the moment my oldest son is awake before 7:00 a.m. and explaining to me the two ways to attack someone with a sword in Halo 2…Merry Christmas Eve to me.* ~ Janean 😉

thread of revelation: Wrapping

hnamed:

I love a boy who doesn’t read poetry
Doesn’t write letters
And, doesn’t understand when I thank trees.

He thinks slow dancing is a waste of time
Peek-a-boos spoil a child’s mind
And happy thoughts can never get us to fly

I stare at him while he’s asleep
He keeps the lights open in order…

I love this poem. Because sometimes, those boys who don’t read poetry surprise you, and are not only reading your poetry without you knowing it, they turn around and write poetry of their own, after twenty years of being together, and surprise both of you. ~ Another Fairy-tales Believer

L’ Yeux Verts: I love a boy who doesn’t read poetryDoesn’t write lettersAnd, doesn’t…

thegirlsoul:

our twisted realities
our broken picture frames
our lives randomly moving
through time’s universe
is an endless game
like a far away star
we are in the crowd of
others like us
floating unknowingly
through the infinite desert
of paradoxes
we say we know science
we say we are artists
and we claim we…

The Girl Soul: Things we have lost…