The whisper of floorboards underfooot
tickle me through my slumber,
the form in the doorway
as familiar as my own shadow.
“Mama, Ave come up?”
her throaty whisper caresses me, and I nearly purr.
“Ave. My Avey-Davie, come’ere,”
I murmur through ripples of sheets and tangles of hair.
And she is in my arms,
molding in a moment to the curves of my body.
Bits of light sneak through the loose weave of the curtains,
skittering up the quilt to join in our predawn cuddle.
Sean stirs beside me, Avery sighs and stretches,
gentle fingers flutter on my neck,
down the hall the cat is curled at Briar’s side.
I sigh, the baby turns and I am at peace.
The fulfillment of destiny settles over me like petals.
you have such an amazing gift. your words – so very beautiful. thank you for sharing.
That was beautiful.
Oh Amanda. You steal my breath every time
This is lovely. I especially love the recurring "sounds" of whispering and breath in the poem. The sighs, the purring sound you make as you answer her, the way breathing sends you all back to sleep…
And then the image of petals at the end.
Your writing is pure poetry. I so look forward to reading here!
haven’t been here in a long time, and oh how I’ve missed your sweet girls. i swear, you write my thoughts, only so much more eloquently than I could ever dream of doing.