(Revision) Planting Kisses

Sparkling eyes in the warm summer’s glow of my children’s shining
faces.  Their smiles dancing in my mind like birds with morning melodies.  
At once little rose tinted lips plant wakeful kisses on my cheeks.   

A vase plentiful with freshly plucked weeds, white and red clovers, paint
our kitchen table.My children preparing with puffed out cheeks ready to wish
with floating dandelion seeds, declaring dreams of kisses on my cheeks. 

  

A crystal pitcher full of yellow sun rays and lemonade, reflect diluted
colors on the sky blue walls.  Sour sips from mini porcelain tea cups,
now puckered lips parade kisses on my cheeks.

  

Children stirring with spatulas mixing macaroni and cheese, serving
dinner on plastic monkey plates. Dimming lights for Gizmo doll
on our dinner date.  Serving elegant kisses cheek to cheek.

  

My daughter’s delicate hands and hips swaying to the hula,
like smoothly waving sago palm leaves in the summer breeze. 
I applaud in admiration, accepting grateful kisses on my cheeks.

  

Muted light seeping through bamboo shades show signs of a fading day.
My son performs a soothing symphony by saxophone, bringing end
like the setting sun; humming lips synchronize kisses on my cheeks.

  

As the sun sinks below the fields, my children slip beneath the sheets,
their now dim rose tinted lips plant sleepy kisses on my cheeks.