Morning sunshine dappling the ground, turning the green grass gold.
Shadows play in patches of dark and light,
under swings hanging quietly, swaying slightly in the cool autumn breeze.
Leaves flutter, fluttering as they age, turning yellow and brown.
The sound of coffee drip-dripping mingles with the kitchen faucet splish-splashing water
onto my fingers, wringing out the cloth to wipe my daughter’s sticky face,
dripping milk onto the wooden chair, drip dropping from the cereal bowl.
Empty bowls and shiny spoons clanging to the floor of the sink,
passed from little helping hands to mine as I swish the dishes,
in dripping, soapy water, swirling away the remnants of milk and sticky grains.
Clinking the clean ones against each other to dry, my hands busy while
my focus is on the view above the sink: patches of light and shadow beyond the glass.
A moment of peace for this mother’s weary mind and sleepy eyes to rest on:
light and shadow dancing across the grass, chasing away night with morning,
turning the world from dark to grey to green to gold.
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“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things” Philippians 4:8.