One Month Anniversary

I haven’t posted in a while as I was busy being pregnant and taking care of a new baby.  Here is a new post inspired by that 🙂

baby
photo courtesy of Laura Lee Moreau

One Month Anniversary

The past month has been a blur.
Days and nights blend together
as I spend all my time with you – 
feeding, burping, changing, holding
you over 20 hours a day.

With disheveled hair and stained clothes,
not knowing if I showered or brushed my teeth,
no time to read or watch TV,
not truly understanding your needs.
but trying to keep my sanity.

I stare into your big, bright eyes
and watch you lift your head to root.
My heart feels warm and fuzzy
watching you smile in your sleep.

Today, I sit in this room with you
listening to music from the monitor –
classic instrumentals,
like the ones you hear at weddings.

Time slows down,
the rest of the world fades away.

In this moment, it’s just you and me
and this memory.

Memory Poem #9: Lance & Mina: Morning Breeze

Watching Mina draw
was as soothing
as watching the birds
without the need 
for binoculars.

Her long, dark curls
danced in the wind
as her eyes shifted
from the ocean
to the canvas,
from the canvas
to the ocean,
and back.

The tip of her colored pencils
pressed against the canvas
back and forth, back and forth,
in a crosshatch pattern,
sometimes gently, sometimes not,
just like the ocean waves.

He loved how their lives
intertwined like the lines
on her sketchbook,
adding depth and beauty.

He watched her cheeks
glow a rosy pink
under the golden sky.
Her cream-colored blouse
billowed in the wind.

She smiled as she sketched.
Her lips – a soft, smooth
magenta pink,
and he wanted to kiss
her right then.

She took a sip
of her coffee,
leaving some lipstick
behind
and interrupted
his thoughts.

“What’s your story?”
she asked, looking at him
with her inquisitive eyes.

morning-breeze
art by Sung Kim

Read more memory poems here.

Memory Poem #5: Cyan & Jillian: The Make-Out Session

A few gentle knocks on the door.
She opened it and let him in.
“I missed you,” he said,
cupping her face in his hands,
kissing her tenderly.

She embraced his shoulders,
kissing him back,
running her fingers through his hair,
massaging his neck.

His hands caressed her back.
He kissed her lips, her jaws, her neck.
Consciously or subconsciously,
they made their way towards the bed.

He gently laid her down,
her hair spilling onto the pillow.
He straddled her,
kissing her tenderly on the lips,
sometimes coming up
for breath.

She removed his button shirt
and caressed his arms.
He pulled her t-shirt over her head,
admiring her brassiere,
kissing her on the lips,
to the neck, to the chest.
She sighed tenderly.

He touched her abs gently.
She felt a bulge and a pulse.
His hands laid gently
on the button of her jeans.
She flinched, he stopped.

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” she said.
He sighed and whispered,
“It’s OK,
I didn’t expect… to get this far.”

She sat up, searching his eyes.
He smiled, kissing her on the forehead.
“Goodnight.”

She watched him leave
not knowing what to feel
a tightening in her chest.

make-out-session
photo from StockSnap

Read more of their love story here.

Like the Ocean

6 months ago, I got married and the journey has been a beautiful one.  To celebrate our semi-anniversary, I wanted to post this love poem that I wrote for my husband 🙂

Like the Ocean

I love holding your hand
as we walk along the sand.
I love you like the ocean
loves the land.

You brighten my day
like sunlight,
with a simple text 
or a gentle caress.

You brighten my night
like moonlight,
with a kiss
and a touch.

In times of hardship,
you are the rock that supports me,
the wind that lifts me,
the flower that inspires me.

You make me alive
like the tide,
and that is why
I love you.

ocean

My Chamomile Tea

Morning kisses on the lips
rejuvenates me,
warm and soothing
like chamomile tea.

On the cold winter nights,
he caresses me,
keeping me warm and safe
like chamomile tea.

When I’m sore and tired,
he massages me,
helping me relax and smile
like chamomile tea.

When I’m in pain,
he takes care of me
and warms my heart
like chamomile tea.

Brewed perfectly,
he is my morning tea,
herbal remedy,
nightly cuddle buddy…
made just for me,
my perfectly loving hubby.

Thank you!

chamomile
~ image from Google