family life – Page 3 – Mary Grace Writing

Nighttime Sounds

.Creak of staircase sounds.Eyes through spindles peering.“I’m thirsty Mommy.” .The clock ticks constant.Refrigerator purring.Air through nose louder. .Rolling over, pops.Rejected sheets whisper,one more bathroom trip. ©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
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Plastic Grows

Connection, as plastic cubes press together. Click A sound that speaks of acceptance, success, and lifts a smile across determined cheeks. More clicks trumpet growth as the tower of color grows. “One, two, three, four, five.” Hesitation. What color next? Repeat the pattern? Mix it up? A finger taps lips in thought as eyes shine.…
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Lava Worm

Was it a shriek of delight or fear? She didn’t know as it forced its way from her chest to the cavity of her mouth. A little heart pounded the rhythm of it as it bubbled into an audible note. “Stay back. You can’t catch me.” The floor moved. The carpet rippling right before her…
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Cherishing People While Creating

It’s thrilling, letting yourself get swept sway in the moment of creation… Then someone interrupts you. A child tugs on your sleeve, or the phone rings. A spouse calls from down the hall, “Are you done yet?”
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When the Kids Are Home

Plush rug of red huesToes settle in to fibersFood crumbs giggle felt Satisfying thunkAs toys tossed in to trunkSound of spill down hall Peanut butter smileHandprints left on window, wallKiss smells of childhood ©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
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Christmas Orange Collection

1 Sent permeates air citrus juices flow and squirt orange is happiness
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Oneness All Our Own

Warmth of oneness all our own, a wealth neither has ever known. Together in a permanent state under the firmament.
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Remembering Grandpa

Remembering the smell of you Sawdust, rich and fine Remembering the touch of you Prickly whisker hugs at night
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Searching

Infinite scroll while you’re searching. To fill the black hole you’re searching. She gave you a like in friends, there’s a spike. You’re searching.
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Mud River Monster

Mud River Monster Jay was Lord. Nea was Queen. Over the bank of Mud River they leaned…
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