First light, soft and gray
slips silently through the window
and caresses your face.
I look at you, precious boy
dribble of milk spilling from
the corner of your greedy mouth,
sated now, perfectly nourished
by the bounty of my breast.
With one hesitant finger
I trace dawn's kisses
along your cheek, softer than
a sun ripened peach; I pause
at the roundness of your jaw
while you quiver through a yawn.
Your eyes, lidded with delicate spider web veins,
slowly open to reveal
your blameless soul
looking at me, solemn and serene, before
they close again, and you doze;
I am struck by the wonder of your trust.
At this moment, the birth of your first day
since emerging from the cocoon
of my body, past meets future
in this bonding of you and me,
and in this place
love blooms for eternity.
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