Blueberry Muffins

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Soft morning rains on swing sets
And lone walks at nights for thinking.

The passing of time ticking away like windchimes
And pastel colored caps in the keepsake box.

Quietly gazing at each other in bed,
Followed by gentle smiles and whispers.

Crystal champagne glasses
And lavender chocolates.

Blue moon fairy lights illuminating room walls
And sheer, cloudy sheets ghosting over skin.

Sapphire tinted glass jars for basil
And cornflower invitation ribbons.

Months spent for hours waiting to watch hospital scrubs rush by,
Tiny socks and blankets at the ready.

Thinking back to it all years later,
Blessing the bright blue sky.

Grinning at your ménage as you set a plate of blueberry muffins down on the table for breakfast.

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