There are few luxuries
in life
as precious
as afternoon naps.
Holding my son's chin
close to my
shoulder,
adjusting the pillows
around us
and watching his
smile,
I cannot imagine
a better place
to be.
Let everything wait:
exercise drills,
chores to be
done,
work to
submit.
This afternoon
is all about
his sleepy
grin
and his hand
holding
mine
as he falls
asleep
in my
arms.
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i love this, i fully understand the feeling it is the joy a mother gets from everything his son does or experiences that will make her forget everything very very nice ma'am ten votes plus