Saturday, July 2, 2016

Scant Words

Morgan

Round cheeks
Small eyes
that grow large
once in a while
Hands gentle
hold mine

Garret

Face angled
to the sun, moon
and stars
singing
Fingers long
flick,
touch my face
softly like wind

Morgan

wordless yet
intent spills
this morning, he sits beside me
says,
"Mmm- mah,"
and then none
Small eyes
grow large
Hands gentle
touch my arm
hold my Heart

Garret

in the dark
head rests in the crook of my arm
scant words
says,
"Aaa-peee,"
I bring him close
my Heart
sings.




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