My Sacred Dance

( a poem for those exquisite slow dances with a sleeping child )

I found my sacred dance
Here on the kitchen floor
Your warmth, weighing heavy now
Yet, still oh so light
Little fingers envelope rough hands
Wisps of hair tickle my nose
These dances of ours
I wonder
Could they last forever?
I’d do anything if they would
But I know in time, they’ll be gone
So I dance some more with you
My sleeping boy
Because there is simply nothing more
Perfect

Sophie

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