Remembered Mornings
- At November 16, 2017
- By drynick
- In Reflections
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I still remember gathering
up the small, warm body
of my infant daughter
in my arms when she was crying.
Just being held was
often miraculously enough
to soothe her waking
into the mystery of a new day.
Sometimes a change
of diaper was also required,
sometimes her mother’s
breast too, but nothing
complicated or existential;
just the reality of connection,
comfort and nourishment.
What a gift it was to me,
her father; to hold this
precious wailing life and
to somehow be enough
to calm her anxious soul.
In truth, I could not tell
who was doing
the soothing.
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