Monday, December 2, 2013

Counting Breaths . . .

Cracked Grace
This Babe Sleeping
This babe sleeping
Flesh of my flesh
Once removed.
An unbroken thread of connection winds from my body, my blood,
To my daughter and then to her sleeping child.

I study her breaths
My eyes intent on the rise and fall of her chest.
I give sweet surrender to this moment
And savor this babe asleep.

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