a quiet moment sat on steps savouring fresh spring air rain dripping from the pagoda roof finds its way down our necks we jump at the cold and giggle our smiles reflecting back in puddles rustling in my backpack I find a bar of Caramilk her eyes widen at the caramel pull as I break a piece for her back then we’d never have dared share a wish like this this moment captured in our hearts right where we need to be
I’d had a rough week, changes in medication are weighing on me. I have PMDD (among a host of other infuriating things), It’s been getting a lot better, but this month? Oh man, it’s so hard to stay calm when you worry your life’s going to spiral out of control again.
Anyway, I managed to pull myself out of it and I walked into town with kiddo (I hear you - you can’t just pull yourself out of PMDD well, no you can’t, not exactly, BUT I have a lot of tools in my belt that can make rough days easier or atleast, speed up the recovery process).
We went to the museum and she bought a geode (which she’s currently trying to smash to pieces in the basement). And we had this lovely moment in the park.
This is what my new poetry endeavour is all about, staying present, and capturing the moment in a new way. This captures so much more than a photograph could. Strange how words do that.
