last night
when I tucked you in under your pink quilt
with the green frogs on it,
I crawled into bed behind you and
we spooned.
I scratched your smooth back
while I sang
Scarborough Fair –
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme –
and stroked your round cheek
with the back of my hand
after the final refrain.
Then we felt each other’s muscles
and giggled.
For our daughter, when she was 7.
Butterfly Mind 
this was sweet
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Thank you so much T.J.
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This is precious. 🙂
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Thank you Sarah, I’m glad you liked it 🙂
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Andrea, was just introduced to your blog today via WordPress. I am not a poet nor would I ever claim to be….but I’ve so enjoyed reading your words! Thanks for reminding me today of beauty and life.
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What a beautiful thing to write! Thank you so much for stopping by – you’ve reminded me of the power of encouragement. Thank you 🙂
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I am a friend of John and Sherry’s and have met your mom many times… I stumbled onto your blog today and I am truly enjoying your writing.
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