I begin to slowly die
whenever you’re away
disheartened by the absence
of your colorful array
An achromatic rainbow
is all that I can conjure
my mind’s eye being
desolate and somber
But then you return
like a prism in my mind
blotting out the bleakness
with a feeling undefined
My world becomes a haven
and my heart beats anew
saturated by all the colors
spilled on me by you
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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Better than anything,
her cuteness makes me smile.
Underneath the maple tree,
we laugh for a very long while.
The next thing we both know,
the sun is nearing its stage to set.
Time seems like our enemy
when we realize that’s all we get.
End-of-day loveliness
stretches across the carnation sky.
Remembering the late hour,
still deferring the day’s goodbye.
Yesterday’s such as this
often leave a feeling of bittersweet.
But those memories, they fill us
on days when we’re incomplete.
Illusions of everlasting delight
remain cradled upon our chests.
So many things a mother suffers,
the losses are hard to digest.
Come what may we say in quiet,
as the years start to pass us by.
Until the end draws nearer
and we’re left with all the why’s.
It’s the not knowing that hurts the most;
the answers never found.
This life is never easy,
but we do our best to be around.
Silently we pass; still, nobody ever knows
all a mother suffers and endures
as they watch their babies grow.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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Writing prompt: Buttery biscuits – given to me by my very sweet daughter, Autumn Rose.
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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Why does happiness have to be so fleeting?
We think we can hold onto it, but it’s ever taking flight.
Happiness can morph into madness in an instant
or be extinguished in a sad, unexpected moment like a moth to a flame.
If only I could hold it always and keep it safely cradled against my chest.
But happiness always finds a way to elude me.
I’m watching right now as it inconspicuously floats away.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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Come play with me
Spend the whole day
We’ll find adventures
I’ll show you the way
Come play with me
We’ll have plenty to do
A fun day to share
Just me and you
Come play with me
Give me your hand
Let’s race to the moon
I know you’ll understand
Come play with me
There’s a secret place I know
A traipse through the forest
Is where we’ll have to go
Come play with me
Through the trees to the sea
The sound of the waves
Is sure to set you free
Come play with me
We’ll have so much fun
Let’s get going
Before the day is done
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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