Monday, February 21, 2011

Words, Thoughts, Phrases

Just a few things that were floating through my head as I nursed my daughter...

tiny hands
feather finger tips
float across my arm, my chest, my breast
lavender eye lids
flawless skin
not yet scorched by the sun
nor cracked by the wind
the world stops for a moment
just a moment or two
to breathe my baby in

hear gulps of satisfaction
see utter bliss
my body gives her nourishment
she gives me peace


Kelli Blinn said...

Beautiful, Sara. I'm so happy that nursing is going smoothly for you the second time around. :)

Anonymous said...

Such sweet truth - lovely

Laura said...

The poetry of love. Perfect.