7.42 AM LADIES SPECIAL
January 17, 2013
The pajama-clad boys hover at the edges of my bed, pressing little arms to their sides as they fight the urge to jump in. They stare pointedly at the bandage peeking through my vest, brown gazes intensifying as my husband reminds them softly,
“Be gentle, boys.”
They hug my left side gingerly as I inhale little boy smells of soap, Legos and dinged hotwheels. I pat the side of the bed gently; open a book and we begin story time. It’s my husband’s turn to flitter at the edge of the bed, watching silently as we cling valiantly to normal.
-Loving To Hate-
Maybe you don’t like to write rhymes
But articles, stories or newspaper features
I know many of you like to write at times
Send them to me & on my blog they will feature!
– \m/ Peace Out \m/ –