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21/10/16 Two poems "A handful of love" and "To love him justly"

A handful of love

 

I can hold it in my hand,

its entirety fitting neatly 

in the hollow of my palm,

it sounds inconsequential,

but it impacts everything.

 

________

 

To love him justly

 

This small thing that now means so much,

how can it be that once I was unmoved

by it?

Once, when it was new, I did not care for it.

This precious, irreplaceable, unimaginable 

thing...

so beautiful, incredibly rare and pure...

and I had no time for it.

 

What kind of monster was I

to not love my own son?

 

Now I make amends.

Every day I smother his cheeks in kisses.

I squeeze him to me

like a child with its favourite plush toy.

I live for his laughter

and I drown in his eyes.

This angel of mine.

 

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