by Icingsugar
An endearing picture ~ a tiny baby's fingers grasping a Mother's hair.
The helplessness of that special creature - the parent - ever vigilant to a baby's never ending needs.
Good, bad, happy, sad...
Raw and real and definitely moving. All extremes of emotion are present and the confusion adds to the clarity somehow. Beautiful words, beautiful heart.
~lucky
the incredible power of life, new life. In tiny fingers the world is held. You express it so well here, the deep emotion in your words shines a light, melts the ice. gripping poem, well done.
jim : )
the welling up is contageous, Ice. Not close, but there. Thank you. You made me, once again, look at life from a different place.
Ice this is the best of the day for me. Made me smile in a sad way. I can identify.