writing in north norfolk

The waiting was breath
held underwater,
the longing was a crushing
ocean wave,
and the scalpel cut
was the sharpness of moonlight
at the end of a stormy day.

Now his smile carves deep
into my ribcage,
his fingers worm paths
under my skin,
and the smell of his head
is fresh-baked bread
that I crave to breathe in.

He is a parcel of spring sunshine,
his eyes are planets
in my universe,
and his lips are ripples
in the expanse of my heart,
the secrets and silent words
that bind us.

Kim M. Russell, 2018

Image result for stock paintings and drawings of newborn babyBaby by J-E-M on deviantART – stock image found on Pinterest

My poem for Poets United Poetry Pantry #396, also linked to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night two days before my grandson’s third birthday. Doesn’t time fly? 

Mary is happy to remind us that we are officially in the season of…

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