~ (~) ~ the Things of These ~ (~) ~(Part #6 of 6) ~ (~) ~
And oh how I live to breathe this ... .
~ "Because true love is unconditional and being a big old grump-myself-sometimes. Yes a
big old grizzly... without my coffee its the treasure for-me so-very-hard-to-come by-in
this world, today." Like the sweet sound of breaking the-natural freedom-of rhyme, and the
certain-reverence stirring in-the-spirit of a home that-lives only for this, one pure
reason. Seen now-and-viewed in-the likeness-of the-orange and red-brown and
yellow-of-a-joyous-leaf... . Blowing-free-in-the-ease of the wind, and knowing-the-sound
of a new hope rising-to-greet-the greener grasses, thriving-amid-the-perfect-beauty
growing in-plain view of-the other side of-the morning.
Stirring-in-the-depths-of-your-heart and the-well, of-your soul... riding-high-atop the
puffy-white-clouds-above, billowing-up to greet the light of Heaven.
Yes-those temperate... and ever wonderful-things... . Like the-birds chirping fondly and
the-gentle sounds of my toddlers' laughter, and-slippery wet little kisses ...
given-by-the-lips-of-an angel. As you-hear-a violent-shouting wake-up,
wake-up-and-a-rap-tap-tapping, on heavens-bedroom-door. As then your awakened again... .
Get up step-up onto-a-buzzer toy. Slip-stumble to the challenge of-not-spilling
the-coffee, and-you-dance once-more with your lovely daughter-in-the-kitchen.
In-front-of-your-wife's-Mother-and-hers, sweet-Grandmothers-picture... . Hanging humbly on
the wall as you tip your daughter again extending-yourself as you always do each morning
to straiten it. As-you fumble about teetering holding on to her on the edge of your feet
as she smiles at you as-you-spill-it-and-yell-oh-no-tenderly-and you-ask-the-wife if-she
could grab the morning paper.
Yes that freaky tone of a squeaky wet balloon, and the ongoing run of happy little
giggles... Rising to new heights in the pool underneath the summer sun... As your young
son splashes chlorine water in your face and cup... .
And so is love the prize in all its authenticity. A true and raw emotion... Boldly
running, and wildly shouting! Hey! Those certain conditions and ultimatums are just fine,
but don't you dare take my morning coffee!
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Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2010
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