Lying out under the stars,
My babies and me.
Aged seven and three.
Talking about nature,
Birds singing and climbing trees.
All is quiet except for Mother natures song.
Relaxed and cozy, cuddling,
breaths deep and long.
Breathing in the grass scented air,
Talking of life and vivid imaginations,
Not a care.
This is the stuff of life,
A mothers love,
A child's response.
Listening to my daughters ideas and deep thoughts.
Lying peacefully under the darkened skies,
Time has slowed for her and I
To just simply talk.
Breathe it in, make it count.
I take a snap shot with my mind.
No cameras, no music, no gadgets interrupting.
This special moment of simple nothings.
This is the stuff of life.
Rebekah knight 2014
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