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During one of the late feedings I stepped out of the kitchen into the family room; the moon startled me with his bright face, light drenching the house and streaming through the blinds. Holding Brendan, the two of us stepped into the angled light, into a shower of silver coins, Brendan swallowing milk and moonlight in greedy gulps, mouth foaming with saliva and formula, our reflection leaning to meet us at the window.
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Four in the morning:
moonlight streams through the windows,
covers you and me.
Dear David,
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet tender moment.
When I was a child, I always imagined that
one day I would be able to walk on the moon,
and gaze with wonder at the magnificent beauty
of the Earth, or at least see it from
an orbiting spaceship. *Sigh* ...
Another wish that will never come true.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Bless*
Mark