30 Jun 2013

dreaming song, part three


five days old you
tucked up,
safe and sound,
against mother-skin
and familiar beat
curl of hair
and breathing,

child of mine
grown so fine
I'll always treasure
the memory of you
so new,
and little
days old in fact
wrapped warm
against me
and softly heaving...


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