Monday, 5 October 2015

Tug

The grey swirling soup
On the screen
Shapes burst and recede
Into recognised formations

Snowstorm minatures
In a black sea background
A floating miracle
In a bag of life

And then the fleeting glimpse
Pulsation
And your heart beats
In sympathy

Stirring you into smiles
Of relief and wonder
As you feel the tug
Of parenthood again

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