with the years
hold the infant close
recalling her baby’s first days
remembering similar eyes peering, myopic
the years melt away and tears flow
an old woman weeps
full of joy
Loved this intimate snapshot. Beautiful.
I’ve been very busy at work lately. It’s such a relief to get words out. ^_^ Thanks, Mosk. <3
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