The child, silent in the grass, has her milk

Knowing no words, she collects the world with her eyes, her ears, her skin

Her hand brushes my foot like the trunk of a tree, the wing of a bird, the wave of an ocean

 

1 comment
  1. Auntie Jo said:

    You were that little girl..peaceful and always safe… I love you xoxox

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