Ordinary.

Ordinary.

Cereal bowls grouped on the table,

 crumbs on the floor,

coffee brewing,

morning voices

mixed with left-over dreaming breath

being washed away by breakfast.

Relaxing chairs in the living room

soft, comfortable, well-sat in,

a book temporarily abandoned on the loveseat,

cushions worn from children's resting heads and not-always-clean fingers.

A dog bowl on the floor, half full of water

that looks like it needs to be freshened.

Footsteps,

little ones on hard wood floor,

bigger ones running around the yard,

tired heavy ones in the evening coming home from work,

tip-toeing ones that carry whispers after the kids are snoring.

Kitchen

It's all about the kitchen.

Cookies,

Christmas ones and chocolate chip cookies,

birthday meals,

blueberry pancakes,

fried eggs and scrapple,

pizza on busy nights,

home-made ice cream with raspberries picked by little and big hands together.

Dogs barking.

Children's games,

children's movies,

children's books,

children's toys,

children's laughter.

Holding hands to pray over supper.

Little prayers

that copy older and bigger ones.

Goodnight kisses and hugs,

tucked into cloudy quilts and 

welcoming pillows

that offer sweet dreams

fit to entertain hopes for tomorrow.

 

 Life is too valuable to accept ordinary
so let's make it not.

  Linking up with the others who are sharing over at

 Five-Minute-Friday
(Where we write for 5 minutes about the prompt).
 


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