everyday magic

mag·ic | \ ˈma-jik

of or relating to magic; giving a feeling of enchantment


“There’s no magic here,”
she whispers
under her breath,
loading soggy towels into the dryer
again,
as a puff bursts under her foot
crumbling into a hundred pieces
like her mind.

Today is Tuesday,
but it could be Wednesday,
or even Friday,
because
in her house,
every day is the same,
with those legos,
and that filthy high chair,
and those beloved children
driving her
to the end of herself.

She shoos them outside
to the backyard
where sunshine sinks
into their skin
like a balm.

The clock stops. 

They jump
higher and higher,
as the birds chirp
and the rope croaks
around the branch.

It is everything
she ever wanted,
an afternoon
that drags on and on and on

and on and on.

The baby shrieks,
bringing her back
to reality,
her own wilderness, 
where time settles under her bare feet 
seeping into the leaves, 
every ounce, a rhythm
every ounce, bliss
all of it, magic.


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Ashlee Gadd

Ashlee Gadd is a wife, mother, writer and photographer from Sacramento, California. When she’s not dancing in the kitchen with her two boys, Ashlee loves curling up with a good book, lounging in the sunshine, and making friends on the Internet. She loves writing about everything from motherhood and marriage to friendship and faith.