January, 2007
The miraculous and the mundane.
The days I thought I would lose my mind
if I saw the inside of these four walls for one moment longer.
The moments he smiles.
The hours when nothing works
to soothe or comfort & I wonder how I could get it so wrong.
The times his cheek brushes against mine & takes my breath away.
The moments I wonder how I became invisible
to all those who loved me before I was two.
The days when the sunlight spills through the windows
& warms us both on the floor.
When he kicks his legs with glee & stretches his wobbly hand towards me.
We see the faeries dancing in the space between.
Piccys taken Jan '07, thoughts flowed much later.
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