Restless- late night, early morning, 2 am
I have to look at you,
small bundle under blanket,
and watch your chest rise and fall
and follow the curve of your eyelash
and hold your small hand in mine
and imagine your midnight imaginings
and pray that you always be protected and lucky and blessed
Who would blame us
for recording your every utterance?
for granting your every indulgence?
for erecting small shrines of your likeness?
The pain and beauty of loving you is my life's greatest gift...
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2 comments:
this just made me cry.
A GOOD, honest, wonderful kind of cry.
Lovely words Emmy!
I love it so much...can I post it on my myspace under my favorite words section?
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