Your 9 year old boy body
stumbles to my meditation chair
sleep heavy.
You body curls,
an unfurled fern,
to fit into the lap
of my empty chalice.
My heart vibrates
breathlessly
as it pumps love out
over your every cell.
This is sweetness
Beyond imagining.
GranmaZette
Another Saturday morning following a sweet sleep over
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