Since it’s April and April is National Poetry Month and these “Just Write’s” are to get me writing freely, regularly, and to give me practice, I thought I’d write this week’s prose in poetry form.
I lay beside her.
Her little tummy goes up and down with her breath.
I watch her eyes flutter under her eye lids.
She awakens slightly to find my breast.
She nurses quickly, then falls back into a peaceful slumber.
Her warm little body snuggles me close.
I open my eyes.
Sun is streaming in through the windows.
She smiles at me on all fours, scooting around the bed.
I kiss her head.
We get up.
Leave a snoring Daddy behind.
I pat the furry head sleeping downstairs.
We turn the t.v on. Find out what’s happening in the world.
The sun is rising higher now. It fills the room with quiet light.
I open the shades and let more in.
We settle on the rug.
My coffee mug in hand.
The one he bought me from Seattle.
Dadadadada she repeats, rolling the sounds around in her mouth.
She scoots around on the rug, crawling over my knees, trying to get at my mug.
I smile at her as I sip my tea and crunch my granola.
Al Roker starts singing a silly song.
She turns toward the t.v. and stares.
She looks back at me and goes for my tea mug again.
I put the mug down, pick her up and give her a cuddle.
She chews on my face.
Her teeth are still not coming in, but her gums certainly are sore.
I kiss her and start to sing the good morning song.
We hear Daddy come down the stairs all sleepy eyed.
The little dog follows him, sleepy eyed too.
She sees him and smiles big.
She waves her hands excitedly.
He smiles real big and picks her up out of my arms and kisses her on the head.
He asks for tea.
I get him his mug.
The one I got him for Christmas.
It says Daddy.
We watch the news together on the rug.
She crawls on top of us trying to get our mugs.
We kiss each other.
This is happiness.
-joining Heather for Just Write.