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Guest Post by Liquid

Cliff Note: This goes out to Amias.

Sleeping Under Her Wing
At night when all is quiet
I notice my toes are warm
despite the snow on the ground
beneath me.
I curl into a ball
at the foot of my bed
hiding the hurt
and the tears
from little patters
of feet.
I wail so hard
silently my head
wants to explode.
She with her wing
wipes my tears.
She with her words
sings to me
and twiddles my hair.
I rub a single feather
I plucked from her wing
and stroke my cheek with it.
It soothes me.
I am warm.
I am safe.
I pull it together.
I send her
that same feather.
Although she has tons.
~Liquid
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Liquid said…
Thank you so, Cliff.
January 27, 2008 5:59 PM
Linda Jones Malonson said…
Liquid, Cliff .... You two are so very special ... and as the tears flows from these tired old eyes --- I am remembering the story of the good Samaritan. Bless my soul, can you imagine how I feel with two!

We all hurt from time to time, no matter the reason behind the pain, it's just as painful. It good to know that someone cares.

God bless you both ... and may peace forever be your companion.

Much love, respect, and honor ...
Amias
January 28, 2008 12:06 AM
Michelle said…
I really enjoyed that. Thanks for posting.
In case I forgot to tell you I have an award for you on my page.
January 28, 2008 10:52 AM
Bella said…
Liquid is sooo talented!

:) Bella
January 28, 2008 11:10 AM
Cliff said…
Right you are Bella. Her contribution here brought my blog up another notch.

BAM!
January 28, 2008 11:38 AM
Stylin said…
That is beautiful.
Like the new pic,Cliff...very distinguished!
And I love Louis Armstrong!
January 28, 2008 12:38 PM
stacys1175 said…
That was a very good post and I'm going to have to agree with everyone that left a comment:) they all took the words right out of my fingers:)
January 30, 2008 6:18 AM
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