The joy of you

Learning to fish.

I want to remember the joy of you.

Kissing your sleepy face in the morning,

Holding you when you got hurt,

Snuggling, with your brother and sister,

The four of us warm and at peace.

Singing with your aunties,

Going to the library,

Holding hands when we crossed the street.

Yes, our journey was hard.

Yes, we were battle scarred.

But what a love we had, my darling, what a love.

Published by janetlandis

I am a mother, a nurse, a caregiver and a writer.

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