Today is different
We pack only toys and giggles in our bag
Giving worries some alone time.
As we set out, to embrace the warmth of the evening skies
Tired eyes eager to witness a glorious view
Today feels different
Feet buried in the warm cozy sand
The wounds washed clean by the soothing waves
Soft sun shining, sheltering us
Snuggled together in an old blanket
Sipping tea, because it is our ‘thing’
Leaving the worries behind for another day
Today, we will play
Three of us……
I do wonder, if this is wrong?
To be so relaxed and content in this moment
Feeling bad for ‘Ms. Anxiety’ I left at home
Now she must be feeling lonely and discarded
I can hear her soft whimpers,
But their giggles are louder today
Today is definitely different.
The little one is busy building sand-castles
The older one has sand angels surrounding her
And I take a deep breath listening to their never-ending stories
and then let it all go……
Everything else can wait
Today I am busy playing with my dolls,
As I call them.
Black Coffee and Grey Stories 