Sharing a Saturday morning bed with my two sons. To wake up from my sleep all cuddled and snuggled up in their scent and the rhythm of their breathing, I thank the sun as a warm glow appears through my bedroom window. The private room of my teenage years. Listening to random dream state mumblings and giggles from one child and sinking deep into the breathing in my belly, wedged and wrapped up in between these two wildly alive creatures, like liquid mother fire.
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 13:59:57 +0000
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