the smallest things

June 27, 2013 By Talya Tate Boerner 11 Comments

was

happy

though he rarely slept

a newborn night owl

a young mother

who longed for sleep,

uninterrupted sleep

sparkling black eyes, awake,

wide awake

tucking his head underneath her chin

they rocked through the wee hours

warm

downy soft

baby fresh

sometimes the smallest things

take up the most room in one’s heart

Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart. – A.A. Milne

talya

Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

Lullaby

The post is in response to the Write Tribe Prompt # 7: The Smallest Things Winne-the-Pooh quote.

College Boy

May 13, 2013 By Talya Tate Boerner 9 Comments

My son is home from college

just in time for Mother’s Day.

Only for a week,

but still his sounds comfort me.

Piles of dirty laundry

spill from the utility room.

The washer and dryer work overtime

spinning and churning

as he takes command of my space.

Downstairs I hear the rattle

of plates and silverware

as he prepares a snack,

reloading, re-energizing

after another semester,

another week of finals.

He eats every three hours,

just as he did when he was a baby,

when I was the center of his life,

when the world was new and not so large.

This is his birthday week.

Twenty years old…

The world is vast

and his for the taking.

Happy Birthday Tate!

tate’s mom

“How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?” – Dr. Seuss

Musical Pairing:

The Beatles, Birthday Song

One Ordinary Day

May 2, 2013 By Talya Tate Boerner 13 Comments

The Writers’ Post Week #77 Prompt: Rewind, Pause or Fast Forward? – If you could change anything in your life, which button would you press?
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When my time on earth is done, I would like to re-wind to one ordinary summer day at the lake when my children were young. Not to change a single moment, but to re-live and remember each second, to make sure I take every detail with me.

To stroll with them along the rocky shoreline collecting shells, to see them hold hands and spring into the cold water from the dock, to feel the warm sunshine on my face, to hear my name called out before bedtime….all simple, yet special things.

When my time on earth is done, all I hope for is that my kids are happy and healthy and have learned to appreciate how incredibly intoxicating ordinary can be.