thankful

I’m thankful for my girls
and the laughter and hugs and early morning drooly smell
you make life magical

I’m thankful for my mom and dad
and the morning coffee and late night snack talks
and the unconditional love I’ve felt this year
you strengthen me

I’m thankful for new opportunities
the endings, the beginnings, and the changes
and the courage I’ve held on to this year
to take them

I’m thankful for my words
the yesses and the no’s
and the strength I’ve gained this year
to voice them

I’m thankful for my life
the small minute moments
that add up to this journey
and the flexibility I’ve learned this year
to shape it

I’m thankful for this little spot
the readers and writers
and the time we’ve spent together this year
you inspire me

Thank you.

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© Sara Febles

I thought this uploaded on Thanksgiving day, but I pressed the wrong button. I hope you don’t my posting it late, I just had to let the universe know how grateful I am for what I have. I took the picture before our family dinner. My sister is responsible for the beautiful table setting.

a lullaby

sweet dreams
I whisper
soft syllables

good night
I sing
love lullabies

in rhythm
with your
steady pulse

keep beating
my words land
like soft kisses

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© Sara Febles

I would’ve posted this last night, but I fell asleep writing.

an ode to my blue suede shoes

I’m not materialistic at all
and I don’t know how to write an ode
oh, but something about this pair
caught my attention
they’re classic
and modern
they make me feel
so much taller
like I can reach the heavens
but still walk this earth
with a devilish grin on my face
oh, I think I’m in love
with my new
navy blue suede pumps

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original thoughts

I can see through the formatting
and it’s not in the font
that I notice this
but your words
they seem kinda
stolen to me
maybe that’s a bit harsh
perhaps they’re borrowed
from some time
in your past
edited to present time
but original thoughts
however jumbled
or rambled around
impress me more
than a cut and paste job
so what’s on your mind
what are you thinking about
I’m in search for original thoughts

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© Sara Febles

just start

nothing like a
lazy Sunday afternoon
to remind you that
the anxieties of Saturday night
are nothing compared
to the possibilities of life
when you stop over thinking
the what ifs
and just start living

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© Sara Febles

a page left blank

I think in pages
and this one
stares back at me
waiting

do I write
everything

there’s so much
I felt
I have no words
to explain it

so I’ll leave
this one blank
and when I look back
I’ll remember
the night
my words failed me

and smile
at the feeling
of sounds
in the dark

my inner narrator
silenced
for how
dear reader
should I describe
a moment like that

© Sara Febles

daylight saving

my system
is in shock
and I wonder
who gave you
the right
to fuck with
my internal clock

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© Sara Febles