Glitter Dreams

You can crawl into your own lap.

Stroke your hair. Brush it off your forehead.

Rub your back until where your hand and your shirt meet becomes warm with love.

You can crawl into your own lap.

Exhale and have a moment, just one moment, where you need not do or be anything other than a little girl catching her breath

and catching love.

You can crawl into your own lap.

It’s safe there. It’s safe here.

Sit and hold her. Your arms are wide. Your heart expansive.

Crawl into your own lap.

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