I find myself collecting these family times
like sunshine,
basking in the glow of evening lamps
and in the mingling sounds —
music on the radio,
dinner preparation,
the squeaking rocking chair,
and snippets from a laptop —
Drawing warmth from our collective presence.
Knowing it’s as rare
as sun is in Seattle.
calling me to cherish it the same,
Entrancing with the shimmer
of that which is ephemeral,
Gone almost before it can be named.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 25, 2013
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