Life's Softest, Sweetest Language...(cannot be learned alone)

 I like to decorate even if life's/love's constant clutter unashamedly collects 

beneath and among 'it'😏

Life’s softest language is spoken most days

In modest mantras and familiar phrase

Nothing to canonize its common cheers

But the remembrance of fond yester-years

Life’s softest language is heard in the noise

Of everyday clatter and clutter-shaped joys

Where without it, life would seem so mundane

…going through motions of pleasure and pain

Like checking off chores on a to-do list

Longing for more than what seems to exist

Losing the laughter because of its care

Stern rigmarole of work-eat-sleep affair  

Life’s sweetest language is uttered most days

In the plain tenure of time’s age-old ways

Learning to savour the ‘stew’ in the pot

Counting life’s favours midst all that is not

Life’s sweetest poetry remains unchanged

…uphill miles, bitter grief, plans rearranged

Supper re-heated, tasks done and redone

'Sentence' repeated without annoyed tone

Working together, not pulling apart

Love’s soft, sweet language begins in the heart

It makes the difference in all that we do 

Where Love's glimpse of Heaven 

...requires at least two

© Janet Martin

This little lovable fellow has a dilemma; 

he wants the piece of cheese grandma is holding out for him but 

it means relinquishing one of his favourite toys and risking someone else taking it!!!

 And not only that; holding all three toys completely handicaps him from playing with any of them. 

Oh, the miseries of life when we want so much more than we could possibly ever need😄

(another chuckle...)

One just-turned-three year old jumped, reached tippy-toe high, somersaulted, couch-flipped, sat on a chair proudly without a booster-seat and more because,
 in his words  "I'm big now! I'm three for real!"😁