Sun at your back,I worry about burnbut you,framed in raysglinting on your curlslike a halo,are irresistible.I swish hairacross your back,pepper your light with kisses.
7.12.2014
Angel Tresses
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A wonderful moment! Peppering has never been better.
ReplyDeleteIt is such a mothering thing to worry about sun-burn (even now mine have gone away to university, I still nag them about using sunblock). You always write with such tenderness about your children, and it makes me think how all children shine with their own special light.
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