Compartment 14B

To Grommet: a love poem. 2008-05-27 - 8:17 a.m. Your forehead rests against my cheek. Your arms encircle my neck; mine, your torso. One hand grazes the small of your back. But we are not dancing. Your breath puffs against my neck, toddler-sweet. Your silk hair tickles my nose. And you don’t stir, even though your smooth belly is being nudged by your brother from inside mine. It’s five am, and the early summer dawn is already casting leaf-shadows on the curtains. I too should be asleep. But I am loathe to let go of this moment. Too soon there won’t be the luxury of time like this. Time to just savour the moment, when it’s just you and me, Cocooning in our nest; sleeping in each other’s embrace. 0 comments so far Before - After All content © Shawna 2003-2009 That means no swiping my stuff - text, images, etc. - without asking. P.S. If you're emailing me, replace the [at] with @ in the "to" line. Oh, and if you put the word "journal" in the subject line it'll have a better chance of making it past my junk mail filters. recommend me HTML and design help by Jo hosted by Diaryland