maybe the beginning
but there are so many
i know only this one
here at my fingertips
nails filled with sand
each grain different
than the others
dripping from my grasp
as i carry each back to its start
and run laughing from you
to start again and again
never in vain
never in stress
never getting very far
none the less
yet i would labor all day
just for the joy of being near you
3 comments:
Wait. Wait.
I think I see the end.
I'm so glad you joined mom and me in the blogosphere. I see lots of poems and photos...
Love,
T
Beautiful, Lisa. Absolutely a joy to see your pictures and poem together. It works! Aidan has gotten so blonde. What a cutie!
I love your blob setup. Have fun blogging. I will have to have Tina help me link your blog to my spot.
Love, Mom
Thank you for including me Lisa and staying in touch. This is beautiful - motherhood is beautiful.
Love, Lynn
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