#3, And Last But By Far NOT Least of My Favorite Things (and not all of them, by far!)

Hand-me-down faith

Of our fathers and mothers

Imagine living

Without More-to-come’?!

Comfort and courage

In Hope’s Rock of Ages

God Abides always

In both storm and calm 

Crock-pot creations

Slow-cooked into dinner

‘Helpers’ that hop up

On step-stools to see

As they join the ranks

That we all are a part of

… beautiful, wonder-full

Discovery

Pudgy-foot pit-pat

Of sweetie-pie toddlers

Feet wearing mittens

Or mom’s high heel shoe

Cuddle-bug kisses

And breath-stealing innocence

Keeping us humble

And gentle and true

Kettle-bells, kick-boxing

Kitchen-gym workouts

Rekindling zest for

Life’s best; ah, routine

Spotify playlist

Piano-Guy serenade

Makes peeling potatoes

A chore, fit for a queen 

Front row seat hilltops

Listening to 'show' tunes

Where Longshadow Sundown

Strums barb-wire guitars

As twilight’s slow motion

Rolls in like an ocean

Until every hilltop

Is covered in stars

Girls in white dresses

And boys being boist’rous

Love learning lyrics

That ‘hold’ cannot know

Ear full of echoes spilled

Where yester-voices

Drift through a Doorway

From long, long ago

Living as if joy

Was not hinged to sorrow

Writing as if there’s

No tomorrow there

Laughing in spite of

Longing’s knife-like hunger

Dancing as if

I was Fred Astaire

Slow flip-flop amble

On dusk-dusty rambles

Taking the time to

Forget about time

Collecting colors

And kisses and whispers

That will fit finely

Into timeless rhyme

Warm homemade muffins

With grand-babe’s approval

Second-cup Saturdays

Once, every week!

I love grocery-shopping

The sound of corn popping

And raindrops plip-plopping

On garden and street

Sun-warm tomatoes

(ah, heaven will serve those!)

Summer siestas

At half-past three

Happiness finding

Old-new ways to happen

Beneath sprawling wreath

Of a black-walnut tree

Swallowtail chases

Unexpected graces

Like finding a flower

In a sidewalk crack

Making the most

Of this forward-faced journey

Because we all know

There is no going back

Driving for hours

Without destination

Taking the long way

To where? we don’t care

As long as it’s you

In the driver’s seat, darling

Gordon Lightfoot on the radio

And wind in our hair

By-and-by... we’ll be back

But don’t come looking

Too much to do

For two people in love

Glad for the ‘have’ we had

But here’s to hoping

We will always feel

Like it’s not quite enough

© Janet Martin

As I hunted for a pic under the 'simple things' label

I was reminded again

Simple Things are life's Best!