It was easy to know…
An ever ready hug
A sticky candied kiss
A sweet clinginess
Eyes full of admiration
Songs full of love
A call for help meant only for one
Arms outstretched always wanting
It was easy to know
It was easy to show…
A wake up call to a favorite breakfast
A new frilly dress
Special occasion celebration
Treat upon treats
A longed for whined for gift delivered
Story time snuggles
Game time giddiness
Attention undivided
Every little need provided
It was easy to show
Yes, it was easy to know she loved me
Yes, it was easy to show I loved her
My daughter, my life
It was easy to know....easy to show
Why is it so hard now?
Refocusing on present realities
New forms
New expressions
New words
I struggle to find new ways
The old ones are worn out
All that’s left now is doubt
It’s hard to show…
It’s hard to know…
Am I still valued in her eyes?
Why does the passage of time make it so hard?
Why?
Isn’t love timeless?
Eileen Manassian
Currently there isn't a price on all the things That I love.
Depending on the situation I still check my pockets.
The places I go I am not use to exiting without pulling out my wallet.
Though it's not much, the minimum amount of your time provides the same thrill.
It's hard to disagree with a good heart.
Our opinions may be different but it's decent.
Our life evolving into deep quotations.
The revolution against cash registers everywhere has begun.
The clinginess of change and dollar bills.
Slices of our time stuffed and slid into the opening of each others mouth.
The trouble with that is we choose to label everything with price.
Ignoring common sense for cents.
I ignore my pockets whenever you are around as nothing of value can be found there.
I tread softly as more of your time creates more currency.
And I can't jeopardize losing that.
There isn't a career that can fill my wallet like you fill my heart.
No time clock anywhere that could justify.
Come tax time you are my greatest asset.
Come payday you are the currency I seek
I looked at him when he fell asleep. I memorized the breath as his chest rose and fell. The way his lashes fluttered back and forth like a butterfly. How smoothly his skin looked when it’s been untouched by my hands. I memorized how his cheeks turned a slight color red. My body was a secret that I wanted him to know. He was the truth and I was the dare, the one thing he wouldn’t do. Or so I thought. I looked at him the way a child looks at their mother.
I’m the parallel lines going ways of my own. Traveling where my heart and passions are next to each other. Some days, not so much. Jealousy and clinginess make me lose interest quickly, that when I end up pushing the person off my path. Standing at a crossroad, I slowly become perpendicular.
For him, I’ve memorized the way he makes my heart feel when his hands are touching me. And he’s memorized the way I take him down as if I’m a tiger taking their prey down.
I stretch myself to fill the space between us.
I am with You,
in everything, in the wind.
I welcome dry skin and it’s flakiness.
I want to distribute my skin onto every surface.
So that fate, chance or the wind
will take me to you.
I welcome wetness of tears and their saltiness.
I want weep rivers for you.
So that evaporation, condensation or the wind
will take me to You.
I welcome the wondering of loose hairs and their curliness.
I want to wrap myself around every object
So that entanglement, clinginess or the wind
will take me to You.
I stretch myself to fill the space between us.
I am with You,
in everything, in the wind.
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