when he was born – January 22

1.22.2017

when he was born

his mother

cuddled him close

and rubbed her nose

deep into his

hair

 

to inhale

all that he was,

all that he is,

all that he would

become.

 

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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