Somehow we survive and tenderness does not wither.

I sat by your bed while you were sleeping,
I watched you as you smiled through your dreams.
I traced your ear, your cheek, touched your silky hair.
Your soft, sleepy sounds enthralled me
I couldn't resist your magic

It tugged at my heartstrings
my enchantment with you filled my heart
I settled next to you, holding your tiny hand in mine.
While you were sleeping;
I fell in love with you all over again.


(on your first birthday)









I sang a thousand lullabies to him,
about magic and princesses and happiness under the full moon.
I danced with him through a thousand fairy tales.
The only magic I have left is love.
Smoke and incense and mirrors have vanished,
I spin a web of hope to catch him.
I see wounds appearing for which I have no cure,
we are bruising ourselves against the walls of the labyrinth.
I stitch his heart to mine, his pain becomes my own.


♥

(written while we were waiting for the INS to decide
about citizenship).

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