He was born to the pulsating dance of mother and father
His little lips trembling as he breathed in the warm air
The light rain cooling the windows from outside
His eyes clenched together, ears wide-awake
The lights a low hum in the shade of the long night
He brought with him nature’s song
I held his mother’s hand and kissed her gently
They did it together! Mother and child.
We have put our children onto school lunch for the remainder of this term so that we have more free time in the morning to focus on breaky, daily preps and the baby. The children are delighted about this because the majority of their friends eat school dinners and not packed lunch. Let’s see how that one goes. So, I’m back to my blogging digital chair with a determination to catch up. Not only with my own writing, but with my dear fellow bloggers as well. This summer has caught me slightly out of sync what with traveling and the Olympic & Paralympic games, but I felt that I kept up well and should now shower myself with creativity.