There
were no
curtains on the windows.
We moved in
and three days
later
he came.
Boxes sat
in corners
and
no curtains
on the windows.
Empty
gaping
glass stared
in at me
as I sat on
the couch
holding our
infant
and
crying.
Only Oprah for company.
Berber carpet
pristine threads
spread out
waiting
for living
in this
living room.
First stain?
Carrot purée
gift
from Maggie—
baby
visiting baby
and she spewed.
The bright
orange
patch filled
me
with relief
now
we can start
living
in
this living room.
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17 comments:
Oh,Laura...I was sad, then happy, then sad, then happy again! Isn't that just like living?
I like it!
Beautiful!!
Thank you for sending the cd's to Ellen. I am sure she will be blessed by them.
I have a prayer request on arise 2 write from a new blogger with a link to her site. I do not know her, but she asked me for prayer and asked me to ask others for prayer. When I read her blog I was burdened to post a prayer request on her behalf.
Blessings and prayers, andrea
Love those "bright orange patches" as they represent so much more than squished veggies!
Laura, I love to read your poetry. I smiled today! Because I felt myself there in every word.
Christy
Laura,
I loved that the bright orange patch filled you with relief not angst
smiles,
Tina
this poem picked up my feelings and carried them with it, turning them over, spilling them through my heart, until at the end they were in my throat and I had to swallow them down to write this comment.
I love poems that are about real life.
Laura the word "home" has somehow become the best description of the picture I have of you in my mind.
Takes that first splash to give us a little breathing room, doesn't it friend?
Love,
Yolanda
Laura, I found this so refreshing, especially the end!
Aaahh, Laura, my living room floor is so filled with orange and brown patches. I refuse to replace the carpet and don't have time to really clean it. Sometimes I love the patches and sometimes they make me tired just looking at them. But I keep reminding myself that one day I may not walk through spit-up over and over again, and I try harder to love the moment. Thanks.
Brings back memories of bringing our first little one home. I like it very much.
nothing like baby spit-up to make a house a home. i like a house that i can live in as well.
Like that first scratch on the new car. :)
LUV it! Doesn't living necessitate imperfection, humanity to make it real living? Yes.
oh , the Oprah days,
we had an empty room in our first house, for tag and forts and balloons, and then decided to bring my husbands parents to live with us for awhile.
The house to home is a tangible thing, as is living , to being alive.
This was wonderful...truthful-in more ways than one, truth from your experience and truth about people-in general...we sometimes are too careful with the new-ness and forget to enjoy it...until it's stained or scratched!
Sweet memories we store in our living rooms - i liked the thought of the stain which ushered in the living :0)
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