Photo: Dvora Freedman
In the spring soon to come
As the snow loses hold
The intrepid push up
Unafraid of the cold.
They poke heads
Lead the way
And in rush to full blush
Chase the winter away.
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Lush Blush
Author: Na'ama Yehuda
“I Am Waiting”
Photo: mostlymommyhood.com
“I am waiting,” she crouched with jaw ensconced by tiny fists supported on little elbows pressed into small knees.
Her eyes did not leave the circle of translucence and white suds.
“It will be a while,” her momma said. “How about we go have a snack? I think we still have some cookies left.”
“But I’m waiting,” the toddler admonished, as if the wait itself precluded any other thing from being done … not even the consumption of normally-tantrum-before-dinner-worthy cookies.
Then again, maybe this wait indeed required full attention. After all, it was her terry friends being tumbled, wet, forlorn and all alone, so far away from hug and hand.
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For Photo and how-to: http://mostlymommyhood.com/2012/11/17/the-friends-get-a-bath/
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Incubate Hope
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Hold on close
To the hope
Even if
It is a bit
Tired.
So no matter the noise
Distraction desires,
Hope remains warmed
In soul
Where truth never
Expires.
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I’d Rather Find Rainbows
Photo: Amitai Asif
I would rather be joyful
I’d rather hold hope.
I’d rather find rainbows
(Won’t dismiss pots of gold).
I’d rather know light
In the dawn
In the dusk,
Feel the song of the earth
As it peals in my heart.
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No Iron Needed
Photo: Ofir Asif
There’s a crease in my memories.
An obscure line
Of thoughts.
There’s a wrinkle along
The predictable
Plot.
I’ve accumulated crinkles
And crimps
And what not.
It is fine
As it is.
It is what
It need be.
All those furrows and folds
Are what makes me
Be me.
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For A Change
Photo: Philip Coons
Provoking change
Need not mean
Torment or insult.
Better growth is
To be had:
Evoke hope.
Inspire trust.
Kindle progress.
Proffer light.
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What Noise?
Photo: Inbar Asif
“I cannot stand the city,” they said,
Homesick for dark, wooded silence.
“It’s all clamor and racket.”
“It’s my refuge,” he smiled
At the trucks, people, sirens.
“The streets thrum the best lullaby…”
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I’d Rather
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
I’d rather be
As I am
Just in a world
Less fraught
With wrong
And sorrow.
And yet,
If in my druthers
Things were not
Exactly as they are
In both joy and dismay,
What would make me
Be exactly
As I am
Today?
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In Your Grasp
Photo: Amitai Asif
It is in your grasp
To take hold
To absorb
Offered light
Life’s rewrite.
It’s within your soul
To recall
To be bold
In the hollowed out space
Of your mind
To breathe deep
To grow whole.
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Life, Captivating
Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
As you breathe in the early (too early, today)
Pinking dawn of a fresh
Brand new
Day
May it catch on the ledge of a dream
That had your soul
In its sway.
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Na'ama Yehuda 
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