Falling Rising Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Falling Rising



Twin little mounds and oiled tummy's.
A few minutes later the baby wet was nursing
and soft their bodies laid were entwined.
They held hands as they rubbed their faces crying both together, sleeping until they both started crying once again, as the baby nursed.
Before again.'falling finally rising, rising falling.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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