A Poem

The endless black branches reach high into the gray sky.
Makes me feel like I’m in a black and white photo.
I wish I could capture this moment
but a picture could never capture the layers and depth of what I see
or the warm and cool breeze on my skin.
The stirring in the air is heightened by my rhythmic swing
in an old hammock tied between two trees too close together.
A picture can’t capture the sound of my children laughing
as they play with their dad, my love, out in this breezy atmosphere
or the peaceful rest of our baby just inside our home.
I swing, desperately trying to drink it in
and taste that bit of fresh moisture in the air
before I have to finish dinner.
Life is wonderful because Heavenly Father just told me he loved me
And I felt it, saw it, heard it, and tasted it all around.