Nurture

Early morning Sun lit your strong hands as you cradled the roots. Brows knit in concentration, tenderly lowering the blooms. Patting the soil as softly as I used to dry your tiny, unfurling limbs, when this was your bath. Your deep, Brown eyes look at your handiwork, then duelling crows on our rooftop drew you away. Yet I remained, looking fondly at this vessel of New life, and my hands could almost still feel the fierce warmth of your lovely head, as I lowered you in to your first bathings. My heart holds all of that reverence and love still, almost five years later.

 

©Tom Tide 2017

 

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Beautiful, just beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Tom Tide says:

      Thank you Sally. I am proud of this one.

      Liked by 1 person

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