Friday, August 8, 2014

Fuzzy Head

Mama come here, she pats on her pillow

I draw in close, as ringlets billow

Cascading down and framing our faces

Tiny hand lifts up to grab and then trace

Round and round my fingers and then my cheeks

We snuggle into handmade fairy sheets

A frown and a smile, she outlines our hands

No need to talk or try to understand

A sacred moment between just us two

He sees, He hears, and He forever knew

Trials give me courage to scale your high bed

And nuzzle with you my little fuzzy head


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