January 29, 2011

  • at night when he’s in my arms
    after bath
    books
    and bottle

    i sit holding him
    rocking
    back and forth
    to and fro

    listening to him breathe

    as the rhythm
    seeps into my skin
    permeates my heart
    melts my soul

    and takes weight
    off of me
    out of my life

    and makes all things right
    even if it is
    just for a little while.

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