For the love

We took our time

slow and steady over the low warmth of life

stirring again and again

watching as we thickened into something

soft and smooth and beautiful.

We grew above us a barrier

thick yet velvet to the touch

knowing below there was so much more,

carefully peeling back the layer

to allow the scent and texture

of love to move slow and steady

diving into the ecstasy of life

we found ourselves in the thick of love,

blissfully aware of each bite,

sighing as we knew the end would follow at some point,

so we took time

moving slower and slower

savoring each little bit

scraping the edges for remnants

never wanting it to end.

Thoughts of life and the pudding I loved as a child. Cooked slowly and once done, would develop this thick beautifully smooth to the touch skin. Sometimes we would take off the skins as it cooled so that it would recreate new to replace what was gone and then we would dive into the delightful concoction. I kept seeing life like that pudding, and love. I suppose anything can be metaphorically linked to good things we remember….for me today, chocolate pudding. Don’t ask me why, it just wouldn’t leave my thoughts so I guess I had to share some with you. Enjoy each bit my friends…I think I need to go make some pudding later….mmmmmm ❤ Perhaps with some whipped cream too, just because.


Life like ice cream

I feel the cool bowl
hot summer days
life is like ice cream
bringing a smile every time.
Friends like different flavors
some smooth and soft
some with so much variety packed in
between the ripples,
colors and decorative bling
some just plain vanilla.
Spread on some chocolate memories
and it covers it all in a blissful dream
whip cream of special moments
sprinkled with specks of rainbow joy.
Dig in so deep and take a big spoon
swallow it all with a smile.
Share it with a friend,
or keep it simple with a one scoop cone
for solitary moments,
but I like it best with a small cup
for my wagging pup,
hold the chocolate
but have a lick of laughter
feel the smooth coolness of a day
like ice cream dreams of
this sundae life.
Can I have another scoop?
I’ll share, I promise.