Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Farting Hound, Happy Sound

One of my favorite French films is "Un Long Dimanche de Fiancailles" A Very Long Engagement. In the movie, Mathilde's aunt always says, "Farting hound, happy sound."
As I lay on the coach, I snuggle up with my dog, Zoe. She is giving her self a thorough tongue bath. Occasionally she stops to include me in the grooming with a few cold kisses. Suddenly, Zoe stops what she is doing and I hear a "toot, toot". She immediately sticks her nose in her behind to investigate. No matter what I am doing this small act, always makes my day. I know it is juvenile, but everytime this happens my inner 10-year-old laughs hysterically.

My dog always smells her farts.

It isn't transcendental or profound, but it makes me smile.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Shall We Dance?

It's 8 o'clock.
The sun is starting to take long colorful yawns.
It's time for bed, little one.
It's time to rest your little head.
Rub your eyes,
Cuddle your head against me.
Let's take one more spin around your bedroom.
You are sitting on my hip.
I hold your tiny hand in mine.
"Shall we dance?" I ask as I spin you around the room.
I twirl you around until you giggle.
"Shall we dance on a bright cloud of music shall we fly?"
We trot from one corner to another.
You smile and laugh with each movement.
"Heaven, I'm in Heaven, and the fear I carry with me through the week,
seem to vanish like a gamblers lucky streak,
when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek."
You are the only one who claps at my singing.
Someday you will be too big to sit on my hip,
Someday I won't be the woman you want to dance with,
So tonight I'll take one more dance around your bedroom, before we say goodnight.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Second Chance?

The gray city is suddenly dotted with bright green spots;
Neon green signs declaring the beginning of Spring.
Everything seems new and beautiful,
The haziness of winter slowly drifts by and you can see the sky again.

Sometimes I wish life had more Spring.
I wish the gentle rains could wash away my past,
And I could start again new and shiny.
Unfortunately we can't shed our leaves and start over,
We carry our mistakes- if only in memory.
It is easy to say, "Forget the past."
But it is always with us:
Haunting our decisions,
Invading our arguments,
Creeping into our dreams.
Scars never fully heal.
Do you ever really get a fresh start?

Monday, April 5, 2010

Who are you?

Who are you?
Wow, you've changed.
You are the antithesis of everything you used to be.
Everything I loved about you must be hidden somewhere.
Maybe I just can't see it anymore.
Wow, you are different.
I can't even put my finger on when it happened.
Can the essence of who you are change that drastically?
Maybe, deep down, the girl I knew is still there,
trying desperately to be released from her bonds...
or maybe I never really knew you.