By Boomergirl47
Such a little thing
but it keeps coming back to me …
You, in the wee hours—
waking up and sitting
on the side of the bed,
hands on your knees,
head down, gathering your wits.
You, of sound but scanty sleep,
working at all hours—
my industrious man.
I lay there half-asleep,
watching you surface,
then reached out
and squeezed your hand;
you squeezed it back
and rose to start your day.
Beautiful!
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You beautifully describe a strong relationship. Good stuff.
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This is so quietly beautiful ❤
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Lovely piece!
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lovely… certain I’ve been both the sitter and the squeezer. and how much that squeezing has accomplished!
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