Wednesday, January 05, 2011

5th January ~ a (large) stone for the river

small hand in mine
we sit and breathe the quiet
between sleeping and waking

a warm squeeze
our fingers cluster together
and his voice
sweet and whole

Mummy are you small?

I nod. Yes darling, sometimes I am.
No other explanation is required
on his part or mine.

Shall we go downstairs?

warmth leaves my palm
as he gets up
the door opens
letting light in.

2 comments:

tree shadow moon said...

:)
like it lots.
I'm small too!

I'm liking 'a river of stones'!

Glovecat said...

I've not been looking at blogs for a few days. I come back and discover that you're onto a whole new thing, and I love it! This one brought an actual tear to my eye. I too have a small hand in mine, and I too am small. Love it, thank you :D