Recently, I've rediscovered the creative side of me that uses poetry as expression and story telling. Here is an example of the "Me Time" I've recaptured:
Marble floor
Worn with time
Cold on my skin
While sitting
And waiting
New parents
Wonder if
They've found
The right place
And waiting
I watch
The long hallway
Anticipating
Your skips and hops
And waiting
Your sister
Climbs on my back
Connects her hands
Around my neck
And waiting
I feel
Her warmth
And excitement
And need to see you
And waiting
I finally
See your eyes
Connect with me
Seeding my soul
And waiting
You dart
And run
Dragging
Your backpack
And waiting
I realize
You've grown
But still need me
My special Gracie
