december senses

 

our December looks like 

          frozen breath floating in front of our faces on cold days

          two red noses

          a Christmas tree that tilts slightly to one side

          but we love her..because she is ours

          snowflakes stuck in long eyelashes

          snow that hasn't melted and sun that has been scarce

          knit hats and gloves that never stay on long enough

          snowboots that clunk on kitchen floors 

          m&ms left in pockets

          and keys found in toyboxes and behind the tv

          terrible twos that have hit early

          making this mom so tired

          but he has discovered his mom's lap is his favorite seat in the house

          and the baby who thinks he is a toddler remembers to be a baby again

          even just for a second

it sounds like 

          Bob Dylan records

          a kitchen floor that crunches under your feet like autumn leaves

          because the dust pan has gone missing

          and I keep forgetting to buy a new one

it tastes like

         hot chocolate

         with peppermint

         and soup for every meal

         warming us up from the insides when our outsides feel like they may never be warm again

it feels like

          a small apartment 

          a tiny unconventional family

          filled to the brim 

          with love