Sunday, December 23, 2012

Inhale the quiet





It is quiet and the lights of the day have come to a close. The children are sleeping in heavy breaths… curled up with tufts of covers surrounding them like a mother’s comfort.

I remember my grandmother cupping my cheek in her hand as she looked into my eyes. She would tell me that children can only grow when they sleep… she kissed the memories of my past.

The Christmas tree is full and bright. The scent of generations past falls on my eyes as I focus on one ornament and then the next. I feel the comfort of the season with every breath. And I inhale the quiet.

                               Shannon R Killman

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