a poem, with love

william bouguereau: maternal admirationwhatever you say
it’s alright
i take your word
i take it in
into my ears
into my heart
into my bones
i take your words into the cradle of my arms
rock them to sleep in their own sound
and let them rest and let them dream
deep in my soul

when they wake up
i’ll give them back to you
fresh, young, awake, ready to sing:
your words – so right, so lovely …

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