I wonder sometimes what it would be like to be a mother. To have Innocence Manifest trust you implicitly. To innately know the needs, loves and desires of something so tiny and precious and vulnerable. I wonder what it would be like to hear a cry before it's sounded and drop everything. To comfort, cradle and coo with Infinite Possibility. To have nothing else matter.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
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