Pooling Thoughts

Memories are like little puddles of water,
I jump from one to the next with a splash.

 

 
 
 

The Rocking

My heart swells
as I hold you
so tightly
in my arms

This is
Love

I was
told that
I would
understand it
when I got
older, but I
didn’t believe
them

Until now.

Your sweet
little lashes
kiss your
soft doughy
cheeks, and I
pray…

I pray that you
that you will
be safe

I pray that
you will find
happiness

I pray that you
will feel
loved

I pray that you
will find
love

I pray that you
will be
wise

I pray that you
won’t feel
pain

But mostly
I pray that you
close those
relentless
dark eyes
staring back
at me

and

fall

asleep.

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The picture is of my daughter when she was only a week old. They say, all babies have blue eyes, but my daughter had gray steely eyes — her eyes have since turned into a rich brown color, which is stunning against her blonde curls and tan skin. I will never forget all those lovely (and sometimes not so lovely) nights rocking her to sleep. I would think she was finally asleep only to look down and see her dark eyes intently staring back at me, so I would pray — just as I pray now for her and others who are dear to me.