Promise
Concentrated heat against my spine
Tiny arm lazily draped over my shoulder,
while
Little fingertips graze my cheek
And then a soft snore.
I am compiling a list
Of reasons to wake up each day
And you are on it
I love the promise that,
No matter what our day is like
At the end of it,
The soft snore
The pocket of heat
The tickle of little hands
Will erase my fear
Quiet my mind
Banish the demons
And give me the will to go on.
I love this, Summer.
awwwwww…..
:sniff:
thank you, I am warmly smiling now.
Yes.
Beautiful, Summer!