comfort
Sunday, June 14, 2009 - Posted by Kelly - 3 comments
When I was a child,
my mother would run her slender fingers
through my hair
until I slept.
Ever-soft,
temperate,
transfer of burdens;
She never found a tangle in my heavy tuft.






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3 comments:

    malkeklam said...

    you are amazing, beautiful, and amazingly beautiful. you, beautiful soul!

    i am addicted to your blog!

  1. ... on June 16, 2009 at 9:51 AM  
    2. Lindsey said...

    :)

  2. ... on June 16, 2009 at 7:12 PM  
    3. Stevie said...

    i love it :)

  3. ... on June 17, 2009 at 3:28 AM  

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