Walking the path.

We share so much, you and I.

Genes, hair colour, the need to touch.

We both love to snuggle –

Sometimes alone, sometimes whomever is closest.

 

 

We share a love of the water.

Your inquisitiveness and curious mind matches mine.

We have the same skin,

Although yours is browned by the sun.

 

 

We share a desire to flap.

A need to let our bodies talk with us, sometimes for us.

We love to sing and dance –

Me in private, you not caring who sees.

 

 

We share so much.

And we walk the same path.

But your footprints are yours alone,

And mine are the only ones I can claim.

 

(written for my youngest daughter, inspired by my awesome SIL)

 

Naomi.

(Image is a young dark hared child in purple clothes sitting surrounded by strawberry plants)

(Image is a young dark hared child in purple clothes sitting surrounded by strawberry plants)

 

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