Tonight in this quiet house, my son sleeps surrounded by kittens. I lie here in the soft darkness, not sleeping, thinking of things to eat, of the pain in my shoulders, of love lost and love gained and of everything we can imagine hurtling by in a great arc, and bits of understanding tucked away like pressed petals in the folds of my pillow.
g'night
1 comment:
Petals. That was a lovely image.
Good night.
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