Rachel's Hand's

night
january cold
walking
the icy sidewalks
your hand
almost now
as big as mine
slips inside
my waving fingers
and in these waning moments
of your little girlness
i want
to touch you
everywhere...
i want to
rock you
to sleep
as you breathe
into my heart
and brush your hair
wet
soft
the scent of heaven
from the warm tub...
i want to
hug your toes
and run
my nose
down
your neck
as fine
as silk
before sleep
when your eyes
mist
and drop
like diamonds
blinking at dusk..
i want
to kiss you
angel sweet
and with
the magic
of my mother's lips
suspend you forever
in this moment
with my fingers of gold
my perfect
baby girl.......

 

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