By Georgia Todd
Nursing
I feel burdened
And stilled
Forced to sit
And Stop
Give over
To this Blessing
It can be
Beautiful and warm
Your need for me
Welcomed
I hold you close
and inhale
The warmth from your
down-like peach fuzz of a head
Smelling of Sunshine
Warmed Dust
That sifts through the air
of your room
Fragments of the girl
I guess that you are
Becoming
All around us
On Good Days
I cherish this
Lean back into the worn
Rocking Chair
– I picked up for free
Close my eyes
and feel the flutters of
your tiny warm hands
Soft like silken petals
Moving gently over my skin
Reassuring Touch
I glance down and see
You
Looking up at me through your lashes
Which are darkening each day
Your eyes say to me
“You are my Universe”
And I know
You are mine too –
As weighted in me as a planet emeshed in space
