when he was born – January 22


when he was born

his mother

cuddled him close

and rubbed her nose

deep into his



to inhale

all that he was,

all that he is,

all that he would



somewhere deep

we know each

other’s scent, taste,

smell, cry

it never leaves


and love

rubs its nose

deep over us

all our lives

waiting for

us to return.


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2 Responses to when he was born – January 22

  1. Alyson Anderson says:

    I have fun with, cause I found just what I used to be looking for. You’ve ended my four day long hunt! God Bless you man. Have a great day. Bye

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