But It’s Nap Time

On our video call he shows

up forlorn

nursing a finger

injured in flight,

the only way he moves.

I commiserate,

opening up the space

wincing at his adorable

yelp when he smashes it

again

on the screen.

We both firmly believe

my kiss across the air-

waves has healing properties.

My heart reaches out

and gathers him to me.

This precious child,

his power opening like a rare

flower, smiles at me,

utters my new favorite

phrase, come to my house,

Bibi, right now,

please?

Inspired by:  Forlorn, Flight, Adorable and Yelp.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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