crib

  • Through the crib rails,I find you. Not because you are hidden,but because this is whereyour little dreams live—behind dark wooden barsthat have never been a prison,only a promise. A promisethat you are safe. One tiny arm curled beneath you,one sleepy sigh escapingthose little lips,as if even in your dreamsyou are whisperingto the morning. I stand…

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