In the shank of the evening I hold her. Her feathered round head presses into my arm.
On the children’s shelf behind Noah’s Ark and a red roofed cottage, a plastic clock ticks. Max’s sweet voice lilts up the stairs, ‘ei ni meini mini mo’.
Music from his DVD rises and fades.
Next door a baby is crying.
Her mouth moves busily on my breast. Her eyelids are closed. She squirms a little and flings back her head, asleep.
Everything that’s good in the world lives in this moment.
Downstairs, plastic falls on wood.
Outside a car glides by.
Love this. Gave me little goosebumps x
thank you claire. bx
Oh my, what a heart.
Goosebumps and welling of tears.
Your filled heart translates so beautifully through your expression.
Congrat’s Bron…
Been following you at Baby Space for a while, loving your words.
Thanks so much for sharing your joy and creativity!
After seeing what you have created, it feels like a hundred drops of light just hit the ocean of humanity. xox
lara! you are too kind. so glad you’ve come over. bx