Droplets
one year (they were neighbors with) old reasons, with their chubby pudge knuckles…..smacking the gathered drips puddle in chuckle…….two year old(s) reach-outs in effort to capture, tears from the sky fall opposite rapture……..fourty-eight months and a 3rd summers sprinkler….trying so hard to catch the raindrops in small fingers…….catch them in open mouths gaping like goblets-splishes for splashes-drunken from dropletes. ……barefoot where there put rehydrated huddle……t(w)o small fries and new eyes an Ocean,this puddle…and Mothers hold umberellas over perms that whisper ‘stop it’s….and children practice heart-alms like palms ’round tear droplets……..some Time now- dating and graduating, match’d caps and gowns……..young fearless plans while holding hands –eachothers crowns………..they set off dragging cans tied to a bumper on an old blue Ford…found a spot where it rains alot- small & cozy-what they could afford… , they learned to cherish a friendships depth and from two came their own little hobbits……while she cropped in the garden…and they romped without pardon as Dad stomped his Own fun in the droplets………..taking off her garden gloves-she falls deeper in Love, watching her family dance in the rain like they did, back then……..splishing splashing again…skipping laughing like friends…. and she thanks God like it rains….Just for Them……………………….
© Vonce Ben Abba
Response to our Inspiration Call on February 9, 2017
Get Creative at www.facebook.com/CreativeTalentsUnleashed
Photo credit: © pixabay.com
Categories: Featured Writer's
an wonderful nostalgic piece.. made me smile.. thank you..
LikeLike
Simple things means a lot
Love at its best.. Very nice.. God bless
LikeLike