Leaping from the maroon sofa, Ruth kissed me
the thief of time snatched it too soon
from my weary mouth
”Daddy’s home, cool...daddy’s home. Carry me on your back, dad'
two little bead-eyed human beings
pinched Ruth off my cuddle. I wonder if I need to sigh.
Lines of free breaths
a tête-à-tête postponed
the four of us headed to the dining room
to embrace God’s blessings
Determined
Joy
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