beauty

Cases worn soft by sleepy heads,
blond lights dancing in tiny girl hair,
thrilling news of new life long hoped for,
bright flowers splashed along well-traveled roads,
tiny feet no longer baby soft,
rainbows of rock cut out,
tiny buds full of nourishing promise,
toothy smiles and sweet, deep laughs.

This is beauty for me, today.
And you?

“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.” ― poem by Mary Jean Irion