theseachild

the simple things

I love the wetness of gym sweat on my chest,

I love the feeling of taking a long night\'s rest.

I love the feeling of the lights going dim,

I love the feeling of coffee poking at the mug rim.

I love the sensation of the sunrise shining,

I love the textured touch of my pillow\'s lining.

I love the smell of grass and bitter soil,

I love lifting weights and watching my body coil.

I love the sense of morning breeze tickling my face,

I love shopping and admiring the bra\'s with purple fitted lace.

I love the shadows cast from my tan blinds,

I love everything simple in our minds.

 

I love the clinking of glass and mellow fountains of wine,

I love the smell of fresh bread when it is time to dine.

I love the sight of a flower dancing oh so quick,

I love it when my mother lights the vanilla candlestick.

I love the feeling of oak brushing my palm,

I love the melody of piano music that\'s aura is calm.

I love the historical smell of a book store,

I love the creaks that are uttered from my aging door.

I love the whispers of coffee brewing,

I love watching my father concentrate on his sewing.

I love the bowl on the table with fruit of many kinds,

I love everything simple in our minds.

 

I love the feeling of stretching after a night\'s rest,

I love the sizzling of the grill when my father tends the chicken breast.

I love the soft lullabies of prayer my mom makes in the car,

I love making paper airplanes with my brother and watching them fly far.

I love the smooth orange pencil in my hand,

I love the memories of running in the hot sand.

I love hearing my mothers routinely call when it is time to eat,

I love playing board games that are impossible to beat.

I love the sweet smile on my best friend\'s face,

I love the plucking of another\'s sleek bass.

I love the clucking of when a toy car winds,

I love everything simple in our minds.