They sit quietly on my shelf, waiting.
Waiting for the right time to begin their journey.
Slowly, so slowly you don't even realize it, they begin to open.
And remind us of new beginnings.
Not necessarily considered a beautiful food,
but it can still look yummy when you take pictures of it.
In amazing window light.
Who still loves to cuddle, still lays her head on my shoulder.
Please, baby girl, don't ever grow up.
early morning light.
The mornings are my favorite time of day,
when the sun is just beginning its daily trek across the sky.
It's rays pour through only a select number of windows
so it can come and dance on the hardwood floors.
They make perfect subjects, sitting still for as long as I need them to.
And - unlike my siblings - you don't complain when I've made you pose for too long.
For that, I thank you!
my mom's camera phone.
Which takes amazing pictures.
Of the sunglasses that I loved but didn't buy at Target.
I could spend hours take pictures of flowers.
And I'm a poet and didn't know it.