cold doesn't chill her
hot doesn't make her sweat
her belly doesn't rumble
her body doesn't ache
she is in her own space
she is bathed in soft light
her forehead is brushed by careful kisses
her ears by whispers of love
she is content
she is spoiled
she is privileged
she is fortunate
hot doesn't make her sweat
her belly doesn't rumble
her body doesn't ache
she is in her own space
she is bathed in soft light
her forehead is brushed by careful kisses
her ears by whispers of love
she is content
she is spoiled
she is privileged
she is fortunate
8 comments:
what a lovey. that was one of my favorite pics from the recent bunch you sent. love how you captured the stillness, the sweetness, the essence of baby sleeping peace in your poem.
Hi babe. It breaks my heart to think of how elite she is, really. Thinking of the rest of the world... well, you know how I feel about all of this. Same stuff we've been talking about for years and years. XOXO Glad you're here.
I know. Please don't feel guilty for her fortune. Her safety and plenty and blessings won't make the world's suffering change. You teach and love her well, and she can help the world. xoxox
she is beautiful.
you are loving
you are kind
she deserves
all you give
and will add
richness and beauty
and fairness
and love
to the world
because of you
In a word: beautiful.
I really really appreciate the time you all take coming here and reading my blog. Thank you for your kind thoughts. Cin, your poem is lovely.
Love to each of you. :)
We have a 4 year old son. And I still remember the infancy age like it was yesterday.
Aww, that is really cool flic. Everyone says the time flies by so we are trying to appreciate everything. Glad you came by.
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