August 26, 2015
I hear his voice coming from the kitchen. “Pease. Helpa, helpa.” I consider that maybe teaching him these sweet words, convincing words, may be backfiring. Reluctantly I leave my warm cup of coffee next to my cozy spot on the couch and round the corner into the kitchen. Grayson’s big blue eyes look up at me. […]
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August 19, 2015
Forehead pressed to cheek Tiny nails pinch my neck I sing of summer. Feet dig, body rolls Warm breath settles slowly We stand, sway, rock, Eyelids flutter shut A button starts the sound of heartbeats in the night I squeeze and kiss you Lower you carefully down You sleep as I slip away […]
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