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:
:)
like it lots.
I'm small too!
I'm liking 'a river of stones'!
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
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