Tuesday, September 16, 2014

My Love

Those impossibly, unruly curls
The smooth texture as I run my hand through them
Struck anew by the long long eyelashes 
The inscrutable stare before you drift off to sleep
The chubby arms that belie your lean frame
The softness of your cheek as you vigorously nurse on me
The hands that pat me as if to say - good job, mama
I am privileged, child, lucky beyond compare 

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