the edges of myself

words, words, words

the sound of my boy’s laughter tumbling across the floors and ceilings through the hallway and under the door– the ease of three generations co-existing– quiet certainty of a love that has always been and will always be– from latency a hand on the belly– small kicks and a waiting game– breathless anticipation for the …

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you are my careful muse hanging two steps back assessing the situation– given time and patience– a little water and sunshine your petals are beginning to unfold, i see their brilliant color– and feel their explosive, opening energy.   you are my gentle muse behind your calm, quiet eyes, the hint of a grin and …

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June 5, 2013

the perfection of

your beauty strikes me each time

i watch you awake.