The Silken Bond

Unfocused eyes flutter open then close
No recognition, sigh, a crinkled nose.
I brush the top of your unknowing head.
Your golden hair is fine like silken thread.

Sweet innocence, no cares, all sights a blur,
still blind to all but self. I will secure
your universe from my accumulated store
of things saved for you, trinkets galore.

Blankets, swaddling, to keep your body warm,
a crib, baskets to keep you safe from harm.
Some milk, a pat, fresh clothes, and then to sleep
With satisfied smile, you slumber deep.

Binding us each a bond too deep to see;
We share a core of soft dependency.


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