Come, my child
sit with me
rest your head
against my chest
feel my heartbeat
becoming your own.
Sense the rhythm
of my breathing
slow and easy
in and out
never hurried
never fast
always steady
always there.
Come, my child
sit with me
rest your soul
against my life
firm and strong,
soft and gentle
My will to know.
My love to flow.
Marcia
10-30-06
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