A mother’s love

By Mike Hall, October 31, 2015

“I wish to carry you, just like this.  On my back, skin to skin, so tight no breeze will whisper through. I will gladly take you on my back, and walk, and walk, and walk—through meadows, and snow, and fallen leaves, through oceans.  I will hum you songs, you will play with my hair, and drool, and nod into sweet slumber, knowing you are safe, I would not let go. If only I could carry you like this. Your heartbeat thumping on my back. I yearn to.  But in my heart is where I carry you. Where no one sees. But where you will forever be.”

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