Thursday, November 28, 2024

yester re Molly

 



your weight holds my heart as i hold you

cannot be more perfect

is my gravity

i am holding the earth

the garden

the sun

the sunrises sweeter twin

if we were able to swim through

clouds of joy

i would float and wade

in this steady holding where each

small brush against our fur

glides me on joy

no canvas raft

or free water ride on the sweetest wave

can carry me to open fresh wide awake

life

sweet baby girl

you are my baby girl

nobody else is

just you

ah

this moment

right here

right now

gotcha

gotcha girl

always

gotcha