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Auburn hair above her son
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Auburn hair above her son |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Her snow like skin Auburn hair Slowly simmered with the wind. For a few wrinkles on her forehead She looked rather young As she sat on her rocking chair Watching the grass fieldÕs stream along the cashmere night. The front door slowly creaked open With a small shoe suddenly in sight A fistful of hair moved towards her Curls so long, corns of sun As long as a mother dreams of their first newborn She warmly smiled in his direction Gesturing for him to come over. Without hesitation, He was by her side She put her hands on his hips Lifting him in the air His small figure seemed weightless As it rose through the air He sat squarely on her lap Just beneath her oval chin. His soft hands on each one of her legs Like the planks of wood That held their porch in place. A few hours passed Her fingers kept running through his hair All the while he sat in awe Staring at the large Redwood trees on his neighbors front lawn He was in her cradled arms Head slowly sunk into her lap Like the first night she felt his skin His bald, wet head Feeling the beat of her chest for the very first time. Together, again Auburn hair His eyes weaving with the wind |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Exquisite! Owl |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Owl...cheers Tomer |
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