Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Sleep Over

Tiny hands wriggle into mine
So small and smooth and incredibly
warm
The sweetness of their kisses
Makes my heart sing
This bountiful life of mine

Smoothing sweat damp hair back
as they sleep
The twitching of small fingers
gently held in mine
These are moments for my heart
to keep
These my finest treasures, out of time

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