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Warm embrace of kidhood

Tiny hands fumbling,
Contouring cursives.
Tiny feet staggering,
Spanning corridor.
His babble,
Seldom making sense.
And now
Confident hands
Arranging bookshelves.
Confident strides
Shifting furniture.
Occasionally nuggets of wisdom
In complete innocence.
His hearty embrace unchanged.
He comes running for one now.


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  1. TMWHickmanDecember 31, 2014 at 11:27 AM

    This made me get a little teary, and I had to ask my son for a hug. I guess that it is a Mom thing?

    Happy New Year!

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsDecember 31, 2014 at 5:30 PM

      Thank you so much. I guess some feelings are same across the globe.
      Happy New Year to you too.

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  2. AnonymousDecember 31, 2014 at 10:01 PM

    Hey Ruby!!!
    nice one here. 'He' is adorable. :)

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsJanuary 1, 2015 at 12:02 AM

      Hey Habiba ... Long time ...
      Thank you and happy new year

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  3. MeenalSonalJanuary 1, 2015 at 12:20 AM

    Good one Ruby.

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  4. AnonymousJanuary 1, 2015 at 1:29 AM

    His hearty embrace unchanged.

    Something to hold onto through all the turmoil of life's changes!

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsJanuary 1, 2015 at 3:55 PM

      Definitely something to hold on to. Thank you Jennifer

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  5. silverleafJanuary 1, 2015 at 5:14 AM

    It is a mom thing for sure - this is so sweet!

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  6. Whispering ThoughtsJanuary 1, 2015 at 4:00 PM

    Thank you so much

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