I cannot count the ways
or measure the depth of my love for you.
Words escape all rational notions
when I try to convey my thoughts.
It’s like trying to describe
the scent of a rare fragrance,
or explain the inconceivable mysteries
that leave the world in awe.
You are simply the magic keeping me alive
when nothing else can.
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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That fascinating first moment
I looked upon your face,
I was devotedly in love;
no time could I waste.
I held you so closely
upon my proud mama chest,
staring so intently;
no time for me to rest.
Barely daring to breathe,
you were a most profound gift;
more important than anything,
my focus made the shift.
Counting all of your fingers
and your sweet, kissable toes,
you were my darling angel
with the cute button nose.
Never before witnessing
a wonder such as this,
I whispered, I love you…
and gave you your first kiss.
You were my tiny bundle of joy
securely wrapped all for me;
a whole new world unfolded;
you were all that I could see.
Such a beautiful young lady now,
and I miss you more than you know;
I’m thankful for our years together
and the time I watched you grow.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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Looking back,
I have no regrets
for everything
before now
has led me to you.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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we blossom just like
the flowers of the fields
as they begin their unfolding
we too are transformed
by their loveliness
mesmerized by their colorful
and ever radiant displays
we become lost in the
intricacies of each
miraculous new birth
finding ourselves
unable to exhale
stood statue still in
reverence and awe
praying silently that we don’t
upset the serenity
of such wondrous splendor
capturing in our minds what
we could never fully recreate
on our own
we remain in that still and
silent state of being
consumed by the lush
confines of such exquisite
extravagance
and we are once again
renewed by the unveiling
of new life
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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The verbena still grows
lovelier than ever,
vibrant in violet,
ever reaching toward
the noonday sun.
And yet here I am
in a state of utter confusion,
still looking at the world
through the dullest
shades of gray.
I’m increasingly in awe
of all the flowers in the fields,
the way they sit so simply,
poised in elegance
and imbued with grace.
I reckon I’m more like
the alabaster artichokes,
colorless and thorny on the edges,
still waiting for my chance to revel
in the realm of my full potential.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Writing prompt: Vibrant verbena and alabaster artichokes
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