tribute to dickinson

I have never liked

parenthesis this much

or words, or numbers

with or without the theme

of coming close to death

life closed twice,

and windows fail

dashes everywhere
Capitals anywhere

your craft –

my supper

your divine

my mirth 

These are a Few of my Favourite 'ings

sitting breathing knowing
feeling allowing sharing 
cultivating learning illuminating
approving accepting believing
discovering interpreting loving myself 
Being bleeding showing
instilling creating indulging curiosity 

The Simple Things

The simple things, the people, the moments

The mug with the coffee that you held in your hands

While you spoke so intently about your day and random events with your friends

The taste of chocolate as it lingers in your mouth, waiting in the rain for the bus

How you listen to the ringing before the person picks up

You untangle the tangles gently with your comb – brings back memories of your childhood

Making your bed just before you open the window to let the sun in

Rushing down the stairs to greet the aroma of breakfast

Smiling to yourself when you’ve thought of something your loved one mentioned

Buttoning then unbuttoning, tying and then untying

When you’re conscious of what you’re doing – these simple moments help you

Engage in the present – adding more minutes to your day

And adding to memories one simple moment at a time.