I’ve grown tired and my throbbing head rests wearily on shoulders knotted by the week’s concerns. Night begins to fill the sky with its inky fingerprint and I notice there aren’t any stars. Even the smallest shaft of light has been snuffed out by...
The child clambers upon my bed,”Wake up, wake up sleepyhead.”I squeeze my eyes tight still wanting to rest.But tiny arms wrap about my legs and in the child’s graspmy weary thoughts are replaced.I take on her smile as she throws her head back to...
