Tag: mother
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school holidays.
What did I do on my holiday? I made snacks and more snacks. Lunch, dinner, dishes, meals on repeat. I held hands, small and warm. Steered across the road, on balancing beams, secured in fears and tears. I nestled and nuzzled, with sweet faces and warm breath. I watched the rain fall on the cold…
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little hands.
Little hands warm on my face.Your touch is soft and gentle.You snuggle into me, comfort at last. My heart beat steady, felt in your chest. You Exhale.Together our bodies echo the thought – I am safe. I am home.I am loved.Little fingers busily moving.Waking from slumber and ready to play.I wrap this moment firmly in…
letters and lattes 