Filter Down

Under the covers with my baby on one side and my husband on the other

I think of my day and how I’m satisfied with most of it

Got a lot done, had a nap, and still had time to feed the kiddos

Even still,

I decide to wait till my eyes are heavy to write my poetry

Maybe it’s my thing, writing sleepy

If I’m tired the filter is tired too so I can just say it all

whatever it is I have to say that day.

-Saschia

Just an Ordinary Day

The cafe had steady business. It just got all new furniture dark wooden tables and chairs. Every seat was taken besides a few that were in the middle of it all. Coffee scent stained my sweater and the scarf I wore in but realized it was too warm. I tossed it beside my leg on the bench. When ordering I wanted to try something new but the pressure was too great so I ordered the usual hot chai tea latte. While I waited for my drink I read the headlines on the newspapers stacked not so neatly on the rack. Nothing was interesting enough to make me want to open one of them.

You Truly Are

I want us to share spaces full of secrets and dreams

I want to share my entire life with you

Not just tidbits

My weird thoughts

my art

New songs I find

new places to explore

just everything

I even save things I know will make you smile

And cook the things I know will give you an excited wiggle

You truly are my Sunshine, Babe

My life would be incomplete without you

-Saschia