Hush now,
listen,
if you will ~
to the sound of two young hearts in love
and beating as one.
I gazed out at snow filled fields
and the sun dying to a flame of orange,
listening to my heart~
my mother heart.
Seeing down the tunnel of time
to when he cut his first tooth
and took his first step
those pivotal moments
in not only his life,
but mine.
Then :
the years sweeping past
like speed skaters on a rink of glass
and all of a sudden he stands before me
a handsome young man
with his dreams wrapped around his heart.
This life, this love.
The never ending circle
of
it
all
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