The Lovelies of The World

 

 Warm chai tea— paperback books

A vanilla scented—candle lit flame

Provides an antidote and comfort

 For cupids lousy aim

 

Tree stumps— growing new sprouts

Hoodies—warm wooly socks

Funny questions from children

Trying to figure it all out

 

Bubble baths—decadent ice cream

A good cry —A lingering cuddle

The safe places

That absorb tears— which come and go— with the struggle

Blissful blisters and chapped lips from hiking

Laughter and deep sleep

Being overwhelmed  by nature's beauty

Rejuvenated by vigorous exercise— and falling in to a delightful heap

 

Watching a movie quietly— rugged up— in the peace of your home

Crinkled eyes— formed by smiles of strangers

Taking a little or an enormous risk each day

And reveling in the uncertainty and danger

 

Sunsets and sunrises—music

The sweet— little nose of an animal

Nullify the fact that your boss is not just targeting you—but is also a cannibal

 

You can feel your pain— and let the light in

There is room for both

There is space for cutting back

There is space for growth

 

I’ll hold your hand

While I keep the door creaked open

As I know you’d do it for me

At times I also— feel broken…

 

Because the lovelies of the world

Are not fair weathered friends

They are there— through the thick and the thin

And will be there until— and after the end