Newborn

You slip into the crook of my arm as I recline on the sofa, your diapered bottom cradled like a football. I can feel your body beneath my hand rise and fall with your breathing. You – most likely – can hear my heartbeat as your head rests peacefully on my chest. I could, I think, sit like this forever.

Budding hearts of spring.

All is new; life pulses through

Veins and vines and views.

______________________

dVerse haibun: The Present Moment

About Maggie C

Stained glass artist, writer, respecter of life.
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10 Responses to Newborn

  1. Adorable! And I know this priceless feeling heart to heart, but lately only by way of bestia. 🙂

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  2. Ali Grimshaw says:

    This brings back such happy memories.
    I adore the ending.
    “Budding hearts of spring.

    All is new; life pulses through

    Veins and vines and views.”
    It is fabulous.

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  3. Susie Lindau says:

    Perfect for spring renewal!

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