Joy, peace, calming air fills my lungs
In the light and beauty surrounding me.
Listening to my heart thumping out a rhythm,
Slow and sleepy
Like a bear in hibernation.
The lids of my eyes hang low
Cutting out the brilliant light.
Slowly, like turtles crawling up onto a log,
Sleep overcomes my inner will.
Sleeping, rocking slowly.
Sleep.
Elena Hewett
Oct 2015
When you have a sleepy head,
Take your pillow and go to bed.
Count the good things on your way,
Happy work and active play.
Then close your eyes and softly pray,
“Thank you Lord, for this nice day”.
Cerita M. Hewett
Dec 2007
Sunday evening the grand children and I
Went for a walk in our woods,
The forest was quiet,
The pine needles deep and soft beneath our feet,
Some of the deciduous leaves had begun to
Turn colors and fall to the forest floor,
The girls kept giggling and dancing about
Like children having been let out of church,
I kept feeling Elena and then Isabel
Touch the back of my sweater,
I couldn’t see what was happening but
I knew they were putting something,
On my fuzzy sweater vest,
Finally at the house after a photo,
I was able to see their work,
My back was a beautiful leaf painting!
Cerita M. Hewett
Nov. 7, 2011
Clay dough is for
Poking,
Pounding,
Pinching,
Mashing,
Rolling,
Squeezing,
Stamping,
Shaping,
Carving,
Cutting,
But not for eating!
Cerita M. Hewett
(revised 2014)