Friday, July 26, 2013

A poem a day for 2013 - day 206 - Time

Because my fingers twisting my son's locks
Is the best poetry
His head sleepy between my knees
Hair wet and thick ropes down his neck
His voice heavy and rasp
We talk stories
True and wide
This is what I will forever
Hold easy
And free round my heart

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