For the first time, I cradle him
he is dense and warm like a loaf of freshly baked bread
The smell of life
waiting
to take shape
envelops me in a puff
of
coral wind
as planets curl and twist
on the horizon
I show him where the soil turns
and softens in the rain
so that beauty may bloom
He too
was once a bud
waiting to come forth
in the tender light of June
“Show Him Every Star” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Bene Rohlmann:
http://society6.com/pearpicker/p7vtM_Print
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