This came to me when I was laying down with my 3 yr. old son:

In my hands,
I hold your head,
Resting between my breasts,
you listen to the beat of my heart
you sleep

Tiny patches of sky disappear and return
from behind the dancing trees.
The drops of rain
storm just past
cling to the windows
casting shadows on the blinds
tan
spotted

I stare at my hands...
look again at the blinds...
they look alike.
I wonder to myself

Are these freckles?
...
or as the time goes
and the sun hides behind another cloud
the shades darken
am I too heading toward the sunset?

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