27 January 2017

Holding Babies

What strange and beautiful pastime is this. Holding babies. Staring. Sitting. Doing nothing. 
Yet it feels like everything. Softness. Gentleness unknown anywhere else. Wide open.
And those delicious smells.
Young and old,
We're all doing it. 
And the gratitude. My whole body sings for her.

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