Moments

Every time I see a crack

on the sidewalk, 

I think of that warm sunny day. 

“Hurry up! Get dressed!”, my father said.  

We were on our way 

And the neighbors waved as we walked past them.

My smile took up my whole face 

And they noticed.

I was on my Dad’s shoulders, his hands on my legs to sturdy my place.  

He hummed an unfamiliar tune 

and I removed his Panama hat and placed it on my head.

We laughed.  

The cracks on the sidewalk made my ride on his shoulders bumpy and thrilling 

And I enjoyed every second of it.

Before long we arrived at the playground and I ran straight to the swings.

My dad pushed and I felt the breeze on my face.  

My eyes closed.  My smile still wide.

It wasn’t long before it was over and he had to return me

like a favorite book to the library.

 

A kiss on forehead, A strong embrace, and A “Dios Te Bendiga.  I love you.” 

And I?

I smiled and patiently waited until next time.  

Night

When the Prosecco has chilled enough

When the strawberries are cut perfectly

When the sun has set and the moon is shinning bright through our window

When my skin has dried from the hot shower

 

When the Manchengo and the olives are placed on the plate

When the spread is ready and 

the blanket is spread,

turning our living room into a picnic at the park,

When we finally sit and laugh so hard 

as we usually do…

 

When you pick my mind

When I hear your thoughts

When the music gets louder 

When I taste the honey on your lips

 

When our souls dance together in the breeze

When your hand brushes my curls from my shoulder 

 

When the candle glows…

 

That's when I’m the happiest.