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Headstall's Reflections - 84. Chapter 84 The Nature of Nurture

Memories of a time I was needed....

The Nature of Nurture

 

From the darkness

Light escapes

And I trace your jawline

In Mother Moon’s sudden shine

Before I dab the sweat

Beading your fevered brow

 

It cools with each passing hour

As you breathe in peaceful sleep

The worst is over, my love

And the tenderness I feel

Is overwhelming

To my damaged soul

 

Sighing quietly, I know

I must live in this moment

For our grains of sand drain

Towards a sun soon to end this respite

And provoke those words

Which will cleave us

 

But for now

There is just you and me

On sick-dampened sheets

Joined in the ways

Of those who have had good fortune

And share a love of the ages

 

There is no morn as yet

And there are no decrees

To rend gashes in your heart and mine

So I will stay thankful for this long night

And your child-like need of me

It will be another memory cherished

—and deposited in a bank brimming with them

 

 

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Thanks for reading my little self-indulgence. There is so much time to get lost in old memories. Cheers.
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It is in moments such as these where love is at it's most poignant, when the object of that love is also in physical need of our own actions to regain full health....

Be it parent or lover, the comfort is the same for the recipient, whose only concern at the time is to try to forget their ills and be happy once more.

I think the worst time I had as a child was in either 2nd or 3rd Grade when I missed almost a month of school...I don't remember what it was...measles or chicken pox, but I do remember being wiped down with alcohol to bring my temperature down, and spending hours with my Mom fretting over me while all I wanted was to feel better and be able to go out and play in our yard with my dog Duchess...

Time for memories long past...it's either a curse or a blessing depending on what those memories are...this one was a tender one to cherish, my dear G-Man!

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3 hours ago, ColumbusGuy said:

It is in moments such as these where love is at it's most poignant, when the object of that love is also in physical need of our own actions to regain full health....

Be it parent or lover, the comfort is the same for the recipient, whose only concern at the time is to try to forget their ills and be happy once more.

I think the worst time I had as a child was in either 2nd or 3rd Grade when I missed almost a month of school...I don't remember what it was...measles or chicken pox, but I do remember being wiped down with alcohol to bring my temperature down, and spending hours with my Mom fretting over me while all I wanted was to feel better and be able to go out and play in our yard with my dog Duchess...

Time for memories long past...it's either a curse or a blessing depending on what those memories are...this one was a tender one to cherish, my dear G-Man!

Thanks, buddy. There is both good and bad to this memory, but I do cherish it. Nurturing is a major function of the human condition, and possibly why we have survived the eons. :)  :hug:  xoxoxoxoxo

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