Baby snuggled close
snoring puffs of hot sweet breath
over my shoulder.
over my shoulder.
Motherhood rewards
me with delicate moments
spun like spiderwebs.
Catch them when you can
the magic minutes finding
calm between the storms.
Catch them when you can- well said. I sat and held my sleeping nearly 17 month old this morning and drank in his smell and sweetness. It seems he is growing up so quickly…*sigh*
So beautiful. Trust me you are right–catch those magic minutes when you can. They grow up faster than you will ever imagine.
Very sweet, and so very true.
That’s a beautiful haiku!
Nicely done! And oh-so-very true.
This was so incredibly sweet and true. So lovely.
breaking the coldness
in the early morning
the coos of doves