Poem for Sean Logan @ 6 months old
I lean in -
Your wet mouthed mess
Cools my shirt and face.
You emit space
Ship noises, syrupy
Sighs, monkey cries.
You stare out the
Window at leaves,
Wavering.
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I've been wanting to start a blog - but about what? I figure I live and breathe my son, so that's what I know, and what I'll share...
1 comment:
beautiful. i love this poem. thank you for posting. your words are very, very moving.
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