My Sleeping Baby

She sleeps sitting up

Cradled between

two couch cushions

I toss her favorite blanket over her legs

Even though I know she’ll kick it off

She has her hands tucked below her chin and her knees pulled in

I lean in to hug her and kiss her little head covered in brown locks

And tell her I love her

I always hope I contribute to her good dreams

-Saschia

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

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

Peace Space

The breezeway is full of stuff I’ve been meaning to get to.

Some new shelves

Chalks and bubbles

Toys and board games for fun family game nights

I’ll get to it.

To the organizing and shelf building

I have the set up in my head.

Two benches

Th kind with cubbies on the bottom

One with a few cushions warmed by the sunlight

The other bare under the chalkboard hung on the wall

And then shelves will fill the rest of the space

I’ll fill them with books

This will be our space. The place we go for peace and reminders of our inner child.

I’ll build this space

I will

-Saschia