Days of Babes

Rocking in the blue

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there is a rhythm

crossed legged, left over right

side angled foot push

slip push slip on the hardwood.

Soft and fair dreamy girl

sweaty head in the crease of my arm

white noise whizzing, fluffing her wispy hair

my dark escape

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her free arm jets upward

squishy arm

delicate fingers explore my face

I abruptly block her hand

“Careful, remember mommy’s owie?”

“Oh tay.” comes her reply out of the corner of her nursing mouth

touching my cheek, she says, “There kiss mom? Cheek?”

I lean in

yes. I love you.

Go to sleep

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