the brush strokes wrap themselves around my heart
the tiny hands of them grasping my hair
brushing my shoulder
as I embrace and carry its newness, this paintings infant-love newness
into the daylight.
creation.
the brush strokes wrap themselves around my heart
the tiny hands of them grasping my hair
brushing my shoulder
as I embrace and carry its newness, this paintings infant-love newness
into the daylight.
creation.