Saturday, February 10, 2024

Safe




Safe 

 

in the arms of a parent

curled on one’s side

tears wiped with a 

cool cloth as stutter

sobs recede ..

breath slowing

breeze gently blowing 

the light cover soft 

cocooning 

in the arms of a parent

 

Posted by Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP) at 3:16 PM
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4 comments:

  1. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 10, 2024 at 3:49 PM

    That is as safe as safe gets, for fortunate and well loved babies. Beautiful, Pearl.

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 10, 2024 at 5:43 PM

    Sweetness. We need this parenting/safety our whole lives.

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  3. MaryFebruary 10, 2024 at 7:03 PM

    Ah, Pearl, there is nothing like the safety of being in one's parent's arms. Your poem makes me yearn for those days......

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  4. Sumana RoyFebruary 10, 2024 at 10:11 PM

    Now I am thinking of my mother who passed away last year. Parents are God's blessings. A beautiful poem, Pearl.

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