‘Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on.’ —W.B. Yeats
fresh snowfall
our slow drive home carrying
our newborn son
warmly wrapped in your blankets
how you slept the whole way home
‘Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on.’ —W.B. Yeats
fresh snowfall
our slow drive home carrying
our newborn son
warmly wrapped in your blankets
how you slept the whole way home
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Reminds me of bringing my son home, in the snow, in a sling, on foot, because the taxis were on strike.
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