A fundamentalist turned freedom chaser with an obnoxiously stubborn faith.


  He’s got this way of breathing
Shallow, hallow, still.
His fingers curl repeating
Tight’ning, fighting will.
His eyes are slowly closing
Drift up, drift down, shut.
His latch is loose and lazy
Mouth set, forget – up.
His forehead is now sweating
Sleep’s cue, due for rest.
My baby, he is napping
And he fills his mother’s chest.

2 responses to “Nursling”

  1. mayor5 Avatar

    Well done on this post. Check out my previous scribbles.

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