Baby Breyl
I treasure her….
My first grand love…
She is soft and new
and whole and good.
Her lips lap her mother’s nipple
Drinking of milk and
sustenance and the very essence of life
But also
Tender love. Holy Love.
A mother’s love.
They are both
innocent as they start this journey together…
Tiny fingers pull up
into large hands
Hands weathered by
time,
Weathered by
experience,
.Old Dan tucker…
melodically rings through the air
She glides through
My husband’s well
worn knees and bounces up again.
An ancient ritual her
mother has known her whole life….. now circles
back.
I hug her closely to
my breast
Dancing with her as I
sing.
Hearts pounding in
sync.
Souls entwining.
My little lamb and I
Float across the floor together
Gliding, circling,
celebrating....
Euphoria in full
bloom......
Dana Mc Daniel Seale
Manhattan, NY
October 2012
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