I have to be honest, I didn’t want to put any poem of mine out there. I’m not a poet! I just jot some rubbish at times! But my husband said I should “be brave”. I will hesitate as I press “publish blog post” and double hesitate as I share on Facebook and twitter etc, but a quick sip of wine should soon fix that.
She breathed in deeply
The thick dark mop of hair.
"You smell of the sea" she murmured.
The little boy smiled with a shrug,
Eyes on his book "Maybe."
The sea was there
In his skin and his hair
Still warm from the spring sun.
She smiled and kissed and breathed
Her treasured son.
PS By the way, I told No. 2 that of course it was about him :-)
PPS Now for that sip of wine...