Nothing dapples the
breeze of my heart
like he does.
The chambers take
shadow and glint
with an ease I cannot
claim my own.
First the lapping comes
and disappears to the
constant sound of his
coo. It becomes the
schushshsh of flowing
blood before the thunderous
whisper of a toothless smile.
Where has my old life gone?
How so quickly have I been
robbed of the emptiness I
once held so full? How has
that little boy moved so
swiftly into my heart, and left
me with a shaded smile and
a twinkling peace.
11 June 1996
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