Afterthought 71—Allie’s Moment
I leave my children with her, alone to their play all hours, their clear sharp laughter cutting through fog dense over their dreamy mornings, until I will tiptoe in to find her sleeping with each in an arm's nest already safe to her lullaby's rest. |
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