She is 16 1/2, and truly wishes I would simply
bring him back from whence he came.
Uuggghhh.
And he? At a year,
he yearns to play.
Hopes for a romp.
Settles for edging toward her,
as she sleeps,
feeling the delight of his back up against hers
looking up carefully to check to see he wont be bit
then happily laying his great baby head down,
nestled right up to her.
She picks her head up, momentarily,
blind, deaf, powerful as ever,
small enough to walk beneath him,
and sometimes, she lets him be.
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