Wednesday, April 12, 2017


Peace, Olathe, KS

A sleeping baby,
gently breathing in my arms,
gives purpose to life.

Gently brushing cheeks,
to let him know he is safe,
so precious and sweet.

Eyelids are twitching,
hiding rapid eye movements,
and dreams of new worlds.

His small hand in mine,
feeling the warmth of trusting,
and the bond of blood.

A smile slowly forms,
and transfigures the child to
a cherub of peace.

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