Communion

BERIT LUNDH

Her slightly undulating back
gently rocked the chair
The infant child so small
almost disappeared
in the song her heart played.
Her eyes spoke laughter softly
and she blew a sweetness into him
stroking his newborn skin
with a whispering hand
And all the while his tiny fingers fumbled
as he suckled himself calm.
And her lips formed a smile
that did not leave her face.

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