Hold my hand and hold your breath.  I am learning as I pretend to know what I am doing. I am so tired and worry more about you than myself. I am restless in this domesticated life. I long for more for you and myself.  Things seemed easy when it was only the pitter-patter of your little feet. Life can be so unkind.

I see the way the light hits your face as you cry out for warmth, I see how it hits your face and shows the lines of wisdom, through the good and the bad. We are the quiet and unspoken, yet we scream the loudest.

Rest your tired eyes. I will cover you in warmth. We will move past this and carve out our own light against the darkest skies.  As the words, Are you Okay fade from our lives.

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