My Own Piece of Heaven

My Own Piece of Heaven



Warmth wraps it’s arms about me, chasing off the winter chill.

The albatross of obligations is released with its penetrating thaw.

Burdens drift away. The rocking rhythm pacifies my inner soul.

Leaning back in my seat I smile, in my own piece of heaven.



Bare feet, towels, and flip-flops, litter the boat floor.

The captain’s seat is taken. My happy husband fills his role.

Four backward-facing girls, anxious to watch the next contestant’s fate,

each filling her measure of love in my own piece of heaven.



Cheers erupt! Satiating the air as my son jumps the wake.

Little ones crawl upon my lap, leaving their sweet wetness imprinted there.

The clicking camera records this flash in time,

I’m enraptured by this moment.  My own piece of heaven.



Suntan lotion scents the wind swept air.

The gentle hum of the motor lulls the baby to a peaceful slumber.

Cocooned in a towel beneath my husbands feet

her angelic face- a tranquil repose. At home here, in my own piece of heaven.



It’s my turn next to join the ranks of the bravest of the brave.

I hold my breath and take the plunge to prove my youth still holds.

A shriek escapes my tell-tale lips, the shivering soon subsides.

“Hit it!”, Pull!  Rising on my ski, success comes, in my own piece of heaven.



The signature move completed, the water sufficiently sliced,

I return completely exhausted.  My reward, my recompense.

The delighted smiles, our alliance forged, the family bond made firm

The world is elevated here in my own piece of heaven.