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She is all blessing all the more so for how much I forget and remember anew Wrinkles over a wind that carries me back reflections of ages I remember Echoes of me but better Her eyes defy description wide and luminous one moment sly and bottomless the next Her lip a riddle little dimples on either side and lips that bag and pucker grin and scowl The sounds of her voice cast a robust shadow from throaty to thunderous and the experience of her skin on mine sends whispers to core Whether nursing or scrapping her touch resurrects the unity of pregnancy toes fluttering to hands over my belly new beginnings and love at first s

ght I don t know if this is the giving of existence the end one or if it is her My Finley Tonight I sat on the story after changing her diaper her sisters were scampering about as Fin walked slowly toward the hall Her pjs a striped footy number that Briar picked out was a little big the legs bunching at her ankles and the sleeves hanging a bit too far Her steps were a shuffles little butt waggling to keep up or push forward it was difficult to tell Her pig tails were crooked curls flipping this way and that I watched her little hands stretch wide as she considered her next step This will be over so fast No more footed pjs no more pig tails or diapers The certainty of it pulled at me and so she shuffled a step And then another and another Still once again I watched her then she turned and smiled at me She held my regard for quite some time and then nodded Those shuffles little outstretched fingers and crooked ringlets slipped inside carrying the screech of a floorboard and shine of the hall light They re me Evermore