Mâlain Diaries 16
A
breeze came through your room today
washing
me over with
baby,
boy and man
you are.
Sleeping
there, curled into
shell
of escargot
the tender comfort
of
the child I read I love you
to.
“I love you too Mum”
the
only thread still
beating
between then
and
now
to
you are.
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