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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