"I hope you don't mind that I put down in words...
how wonderful life is while you're in the world"
At My Breast By Phyllis Capello
His hair is a velvet phrase
A brown nap on his round head,
he drinks
and is drunk in my arms.
My nipple like the nib of the pen
writes a poem inside him.
His hand
rests in my palm; a tiny starfish
brought to the shore of my skin.
........................................... Mother, Artist, Biophiliac,Vegetarian, Joyologist, VA Master Naturalist, CCMA ......................................... CONTACT: wendy(at)wendycook(dotcom) ................................................ This is my JOURNAL. I come to this page to write about our days so that my son will have a diary of our life together. Perhaps you will find something useful here as you navigate the terrain of your own path. ........................................... Topics are categorized by subject in the chapters section on my sidebar. Useful links are located in my sidebar also. For information regarding product reviews, please refer to the footer. ...........................................
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