Wildflowers, Tidbinbilla Sept 2004
Big talk this morning.
I cry big ugly tears and sob into the doona.
He holds me, takes my hand,
to the bathroom to wash my face,
rub my back
In the hallway we stand
him holding me for ever so long
and through my pain I want him to speak speak speak
he doesn't though, just holds me
and then I listened
I felt his heart pouring all the love into my body
him holding me like I was the most precious piece on earth
him loving me softly, strongly, passionately, gently, vibrantly
so much so my hands feel light
without words
I heard his heart
without words
mine began to mend
Then we went out to the sun filled living room
and lay on the floor with our love baby, our fur angel
in a circle of dear love
mending ~ loving ~ resting ~ growing
like wildflowers
together.
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