Cup of love

Where would any of us be without love.
I have rocked back and forth in my chair.
I see the things that matter most to us.
Planting seeds in a cracked surface.
 
You will be coming home soon to rest.
I count my heart beats on one knee.
The wind blows away my winters breath.
Saving your thoughts in cigar boxes.
 
I see smoke tendrils rising from my tea.
You and I are not so different.
Spring is creeping around the back kitchen door.
The earth is shedding its winter blanket.
 
Love is in the air.
Children laugh and women cry.
Candy store wishes.
Kisses stolen while eyes closed.
 
Dreams are coming true.
I see them all around me.
One last thing to do.
Count my blessings.