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By Violet Date: 2007 Aug 24 Comment on this Work [[2007.08.24.16.33.22493]] |
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it's dark at 2 am our baby is at once tiring and wonderful i lift her from her crib and stumble back into bed with her trying not to disturb you freeing my breast from pajamas as i feel her root around i stare out the window, pressing her to me the street below is still this is our existence now- a big house in a sweet suburban neighborhood with sidewalks for my stroller and sprinkler systems that greet me on early morning walks this is what we wanted, what we worked for our daughter is thriving and beautiful and all the energy and love we lavish on our sweet baby leaves little time for rest but that's not the point because i can see you in her small face and when i hold her i feel the love we created several years ago (in tiny dorm room beds, at parties and bar rooms full of people and smoke, over drinks and steaks, under covers and after fights) in her giant blue eyes and sweet, pink, baby skin that is where our love does abide so at two am when you are dreaming and i am awake i can feel her tiny hand around my finger and adore you all over again. |