Saturday, May 7, 2011

A Start

She was where you were
Old and the young growing around
And around
And around
And around
Age and grace came and danced
Her face so smooth
So etched with kindness
You, her wrinkle in time
And though you don’t remember the moment
She was there looking at you
And you at her
That first moment
Breathing your first with her.

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