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The First Touch of Snow

 

It all begins
before we even know
it has begun.

The first flutter,
the first kick,
the first breath,
the first cry,
the first smile,
the first step
he takes when
he doesn’t reach back
for my hand.

They are not our possessions,
you know.

They are our companions
with whom we get to experience
all of our firsts
again.

This time around
is for the memory.

1 Comment
  • "This time around is for the memory."

    So freaking true.

    Thanks again for your beautifully written wisdom and for sharing with the world.

    December 1, 2014 at 4:27 am

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