Storms of Make Believe

A picnic in a rain storm

Was something we use to do

A little mommy and me time

That was just between us two

We’d hit up a local drive-thru

And get our favorite meal to go

Then race to our destination

So we could eat and enjoy the show

We would drive in slowly

Where the water was raining down

Then neon rainbow soap suds

Would be swooshing all around

It was easy to imagine

We were in a great big storm

Watching from inside our car

While keeping safe and warm

Then magically the sun came out

And the wind would blow us dry

We’d drive out looking good as new

Underneath a bright blue sky

How fondly I recall those days

Though dollars were few to spend

The simple sweet connectedness

Of us relishing pretend


Prep Time

photo credit: James Jordan via photopin cc
photo credit: James Jordan via photopin cc

Today I thought of you…

of precious moments in our now distant past.

With warm fuzzy fondness I recall…

two zombie like figures huddled in front of the heater,

you with your egg drink, and me with my iced coffee,

sometimes two blankets, sometimes one;

the sun commencing the hour oblivious to our objections.

I miss that sweet, simple and tender connection…

mother and child…

fifteen to thirty minutes of nurturing, bonding, cuddling,

before we had to be assaulted by our day.

(For Setsuna)

copyright Dani Heart  4/4/2013