25/4/2017 A piece about my boys and my wife and how I would be utterly lost without them
My skin and his are made
from essentially the same building blocks,
so different, yet essentially the same...
except for the fifty percent that is you.
It is you that I kiss when my lips touch his cheek,
my nose buried in his hair
is me holding you.
His plump arms around my neck,
and his cackle and giggle
as I nuzzle his belly...
just reflections of you.
My life, you lie beside me,
and dance in my heart.
You are the earth from which my seedlings grow
and your love is our sun,
warm and glowing
and always leading us home.