Today I thought of you…

of precious moments in our now distant past.

With warm fuzzy fondness I recall…

two zombie like figures huddled in front of the heater,

you with your egg drink, and me with my iced coffee,

sometimes two blankets, sometimes one;

the sun commencing the hour oblivious to our objections.

I miss that sweet, simple and tender connection…

mother and child…

fifteen to thirty minutes of nurturing, bonding, cuddling,

before we had to be assaulted by our day.

(For Setsuna)

copyright Dani Heart  4/4/2013