Poetry

I may speak in the tongues of men, even angels; but if I lack love, I have become merely blaring brass or a cymbal clanging.  1 Corinthians 13:1

Letting Go

Letting Go

When you were born, I welcomed you
with a kiss on the forehead and a hug hello.
We sang and read and talked and rhymed,
“this little piggy” and a kiss on the toe.
We played and giggled and tickled and laughed
with a kiss on the tummy and a prrrrp.

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This web log is dedicated to my cousin, John, without whose technical expertise it would not exist and without whose encouragement I would not have thought I could share in this way.