''Mummy, love, kiss and hands'' Eyes wide with delight, I position myself on the bed ensuring I get the fullness of what is to come.
Arms and hands, smelling of soap wrap my neck tightly, squeezing till all strength expires. ''Ummmmmm''
'Kiss now'' toothpaste chin and wet lips curled, smiling. I look till they are right up close to my nose, giggles as I cross eyes, then the smack of those little lips as they hit mine. ''Mmpppttt''
''Don't forget hands'' chubby little palms in mine clenching with all his might, ''can you feel it mummy, can you feel it?''
yes son, I feel the Love right to the top of my heart.
this is a nice deception to those that get used to some of your recent work, and are led into another unforeseen destination. i apprecaite the converstaional structure that shows up in much of your work, as if your speaker is experiencing the scenes for the first time while informing the reader of the events. The hesitation to advance throughout the stanza is the first hint that this is a different intimacy. i also appreciate the well constructed onomatopoeia
with the lip kiss.
you were decieving here, i think you made the reader's mind go into an area but you changed the distination completely. or maybe you intended to write something different but then changed your mind. anyways whatever your intention is, it is very nice. i liked it specially the way you described the togetherness with your son.
Very touching.
I envy you having a little one in your house--they so enhance life; they're such great fun!
Enjoyed my children most, I think, when they were toddlers. How their eyes would light up whenever they saw me! I mourn that look.
Joyful work, victoria; may God bless and keep you, both.
This is precious indeed...God's greatest miracles are those little ones...children...grandchildren..
This is just pure sweet love...BEAUTIFULLY written with the perfect discriptions and imagery...