Tuesday, March 12, 2013

A Reflection

In between bleary eyed,
minute moments, a mother
takes a breath...
Followed by another,
But she cannot tell
inhale from exhale
Or even blink from flutter.
But when she looks into the
mellow grey orbs
That circle back to her face
To watch for affirmation
And to match breath for breath
She remembers to steady
And savor
Her reflection.

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