A string of lights
in our magnolia tree…
like fireflies dancing. You
and I sweetly cuddled,
the sound of our hammock
rocking back and forth, the sky
stretching dark above us.
We held such beautiful spaces,
you and I. My little
RoRo – singing, cuddling,
nursing – long pauses
with eyes locked.
Your eyes dark and solid
in the night… neither
of us looking away. Do you
see me – truly? What do you see?
Our connection feels true. My silly,
loving, precious boy. My starlit sky…
my heart. How amazing you are.
You dancing, giggling, zombie bee.
How I adore you.
July 14th,2018
47 River Rocks 