Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Small Bites






The city is buzzing,
a man wearing a hat walks by with his dog.
A little boy and his grandma find shade
under a tree in front of the Modern Museum of Art.
An ambulance screaming,
the city boisterous while I take it in,
poetic colorful streets.
I found serenity at the outside garden cafe,
at the museum,
while nursing a Diet Coke,
and dark chocolate ice cream,
calling the people I love.
While my boy is sleeping recovering
from the night shift.
I wait to cook for him,
a home made meal, 
made with love,
and embrace him and his overgrown beard.
I escaped for a moment,
I don't want to wait for my dreams,
I want to live them in
small delicious bites.
A night earlier at Fenway Park,
Americana at it's best,
The Red Sox vs. The Yankees,
on a hot September night.
We reminisce about baseball games,
we went to when he was a child.
I laugh because my heart is full.
I laugh because my boy has grown
into a fine man. 





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114 comments:

  1. i want to live me dreams in small bites.....love that....you capture the beautiful chaos of the city wonderfully as well in your opening...i am sure your son will enjoy the home cooked meal as well...smiles.

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    1. Thank you, Brian. He enjoyed the meal and I enjoyed cooking it. :)

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  2. Great capture off all that is around, and I hate both the red sox and yankees haha

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  3. Warm memories, lovingly captured ~

    I like them in small bites too ~

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    1. Thank you, Grace. Small delicious bites ;)

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  4. Small bites make it easier to chew for changes! Your boy will certainly love a home cooked meal anytime, ayala! Nicely!

    Hank

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  5. Aw. So nice to write him a poem. It's wonderful isn't it, to see our children transform into adults. I am amazed when I observe my daughter as she traverses all the intricacies of her life, in such a mature and wise way.

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    1. It is a blessing. :) Enjoy your daughter. :)

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  6. Diet Coke,
    and dark chocolate ice cream....made me smile..what a combo...maybe just exactly what fits the moment...much love in your words ayala...living dreams in small bites..i like much

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    1. Great combo ;) Claudia. I wish I had some right now :)

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  7. Yum... ice cream...
    This is all such a lovely read. I'm smiling because I could almost feel your heart full to brimming with love and pride for your boy. Beautiful!
    Thanks for adding me to Google + Circles or whatever it is, I never joined it though... although I do have a Google account. :)

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    1. Thank you, Bren. Little things and small moments always end up being the big ones. :)

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  8. As always, ayala, you paint a vibrant and loving picture with your words.

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  9. I love this small bite of comfort. It really is the small bites that you remember the most.

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  10. Every time I hit your link and arrive here, that sweet pup's face makes me smile.
    And now your poem makes me smile. So sweet. Dark chocolate ice cream sounds mmmmmmmmm.

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    1. So happy that Daisy makes you smile....she is sweet.

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  11. This writing perceives so much...all of it supported by your instinct for detail. Great writing!

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  12. My favorite verses,

    "I want to live them in
    small delicious bites."

    I think life is best lived this way. We get to savor the moment.

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  13. This is so lovely. I love the sense of place.

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  14. Ayala, one of the most heartfelt love poems to a child from her/his mother I've ever read. It's so real, the way we care for them, the memories they help us make... thank you. And now I'm going to call my Riley just to tell her I love her. Peace, Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/10/02/slp-is-back-creative-juices/

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    1. Thank you, Amy. How sweet of you...and I hope Riley smiled when you called. :)

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  15. Really nice capture of the ambiance and heartfelt moments so worth savoring. Nicely done!

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  16. Dang, Ayala -- you did it again, brought a rush of tears up in me.

    Beautiful! Diet Coke and chocolate ice cream, eh?? Nice little pick-me-up! :)

    I don't have to wait for MY dreams when I read your poetry -- I'm living them in all the colors of life.

    xooxox

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    1. Jannie, you are so sweet. Love Diet Coke and dark chocolate ice cream ;) I've had stranger things :)
      xoxo

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  17. I love the sentiments in this poem. It is so nice when one becomes a 'friend' to the man or woman one's child has become, isn't it? I am sure your pride in your son is well deserved!

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    1. Thank you, Mary. I had him young..we grew up together :)

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  18. so lovely Ayala - heart touched by this warm and loving connection between you and your 'baby' and how great when now you can 'meet' on a similar level with you still there in caring support - but how time flies by hey - hugs Lib

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    1. Thank you, Lib. So great when you love who they are. Hugs.

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  19. Oh what a delightful poem!! Yes, I want to live my life in those small moments and it is wonderful to see your child become someone you enjoy to share those moments with. Very happy for you :-)

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    1. Thank you, Sara. I hope your small moments bring you happiness always. :)

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  20. Such joy in this. Thanks for sharing the memory. I love the lines about living dreams "in small delicious bites". After the flavors earlier, that line is truly effective. Thanks for sharing this.

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  21. Oh, such a beautiful circle of love and time, so well encapsulated by pleasures and connections.

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  22. oh my, yes, these are the moments we live for once they are grown, reaching back and connecting, tiny, everyday memories that will never be forgotten.
    love this.

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  23. I love the Diet coke and ice cream and all the small bites. k.

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  24. Hi Ayala, I thought I'd start my read-about with you tonight.
    "I don't want to wait for my dreams,
    I want to live them in
    small delicious bites."
    Sage advice this!

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    1. Thank you..glad you started with me. :)

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  25. There is so much love and contentment in this. I really like the simplicity of the moments you describe, and the joy you feel in them. Lovely.

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  26. I don't want to wait for my dreams,
    I want to live them in
    small delicious bites.

    I really love these lines... something to live by. Another lovely poem that reinforces the really important things, the love of a family...

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    1. Thank you, Di. I loved writing it down because it brought it all back to me.

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  27. To me, you've captured the essence of living in the present moment, gratefully. Enjoy!

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  28. Precious moments and deep love captured perfectly. Heartfelt! Lovely, A!

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  29. No reason to wait for dreams when you have so much to be proud of. I love the "small delicious bits". Lovely piece, Ayala.

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  30. ayala...this is so heartfelt and therefore such a warm write...i loved it.i could inhale fall..and garden cafe's and sunshine and mother's moods....thanks for sharing these thoughts...

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    1. Thank you, Sonny. Glad you liked it.

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  31. Very beautifully captured...moving...living them small and delicious possibly the best way...loved the pride and sense of fulfilment in the last line. Congrats!

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  32. Aha very lovely, emotions well expressed. Touchy piece :-)

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  33. Truly touching Ayala.... They grow up so fast... I wish sometimes that time would just stop so we can savor these things

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    1. Thank you, John. I have wished for the same thing....

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  34. Oh, Ayala! this is such a fine poem! And he sentiments and imagery just flew straight into my heart!

    Brava!

    Lady Nyo (Jane)

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    1. Thank you, dear Jane. I hope you are well.

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  35. Ayala, lovely poem on life, and I also love the part about the diet coke and ice cream, nice touch there.

    Pamela

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  36. "I want to live them in
    small delicious bites."

    This makes me want to live them, too.

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  37. This is truly beautiful, Ayala! What a perfect moment you've captured. As echoed above, this bit really resonates with me:

    "I escaped for a moment,
    I don't want to wait for my dreams,
    I want to live them in
    small delicious bites."

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  38. I don't want to wait for my dreams,
    I want to live them in
    small delicious bites.

    I absolutely love this line Ayala. Ahh, I think everyone wants this feeling. Nicely done!

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    1. Thank you, Rudri. I think we should :)

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  39. I am with Rudri--my favorite lines are--

    I don't want to wait for my dreams,
    I want to live them in
    small delicious bites.

    Such a beautiful piece and so alive with love!

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    1. Thank you, Audrey. Losing my parents made me realize how we just never know so need to have those small bites and enjoy them. :)

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  40. So enjoyed your small bites...little snippets of everyday life...that make up a whole...wonderfully loving, Ayala!

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    1. Thank you, Gayle. happy you enjoyed. :)

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  41. i really identified with this one, Ayala! proud of the woman my daughter has become, loving my grandchildren yet still wanting to live myself. {smile}

    your words infused with love sparkle on the page!


    dani

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    1. Thank you, Dani. So happy it resonated with you.

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  42. Lovely stuff and I love the thought of embracing your son and his overgrown beard.

    nna :o]

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  43. I love this, Ayala! It is so rich with love and memories, and so well written! Fabulous poem, and it reads like the beginning of a novel (soon to be a major motion picture)!

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  44. Touching piece, love the remembrance. Also, always glad to hear their are others out there with overgrown beards :) Really nicely written. Love baseball games, they really do have this way of capturing memory even when years have been removed

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    1. Thank you, Fred. Love baseball as well. We went to many games together and it was great....I miss those days :)

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  45. oh, these images ... all our memories and new times shared with our grown ones. I'm feeling it with you! One of the 'requests' made of me when Jeremy called Tuesday...was - mom, think you could bring me some home cooked meals for my fridge...hehehe. And there's nothing like Fenway ~ too bad the Sox had a September/season to forget!

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    1. I know...it's a good feeling to know they miss our food so much :) I love to cook for him. :) It's not easy to let go :( Sorry about the Sox...I can't wait to go back.

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  46. You visited my blog and left a trace which I followed here to read a luscious happy time, art and sports and child and man and Mama and woman--I love the taking pleasure in life in little bites.

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  47. Glad you found your way here :)

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  48. This really warms my heart. I especially like:

    I don't want to wait for my dreams,
    I want to live them in
    small delicious bites.

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  49. Wonderful! I really enjoyed your poem.

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  50. Love the idea of the busy city...I have such a great visual in my mind after reading this!

    PS: Love the MOMA. Love it!

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    1. Thank you, Ameena. Love it too. :)

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  51. especially fine ending!


    Aloha from Waikiki,

    Comfort Spiral
    =^..^=

    > < } } ( ° >

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  52. Ayala, you can be grateful for many-and-much. Those bites of dreams, I love that thought. Sometimes I chew on a bite of leftovers from yesterday--which might be a moment in 1947. Or the next day (today)...playing tricks on time--grin!

    And my children, out of sight, but not out from memory. Such a positive post, so well done. thank you for today's lift (a week late LOL!)

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    1. Thank you, Steve. You made me smile..chewing on leftovers ;). Happy it gave you a lift.

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  53. closure is v touching. Maybe one day I'll have that experience...

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    1. Thank you, Luke. I hope you do have this one day so your heart can smile.

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  54. i'll bet he enjoyed that home-cooked meal :)

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