Profound

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/249091/

 

Cross-legged,

face through the window to the

southern sky-

lips free from complaints,

vital information from my

“genius” stilled.

Wait for my Father’s answer-

in tsunami wave or whisper.

 

His blessings, sitting on a worn ivory sheet on our

deck,

my 2 year old with coppery hair,

oversized sunglasses (her dad’s)

and the flowered cotton white and purple dress we threw

on because it is easier than picking a two-piece

outfit,

while we eat triangle peanut butter and jelly and

cherry kool-aid.

 

These are

PROFOUND moments

of learning and hearing.