I can recall my son’s sleepy hair
soft from his blanket in early mornings
and warm where I press my hand
as he twitches lightly in a dream –
but I was there. I was there.
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I can recall my son’s sleepy hair
soft from his blanket in early mornings
and warm where I press my hand
as he twitches lightly in a dream –
but I was there. I was there.
