Their little
arms,
wrapped
tight
around my
heart,
pulsed
with the
thrum thrum
of my joy
as they
hungrily suckled
on love
and the promise
that I would
be there
for them
for all my
days,
and beyond,
when the
chamber
of my heart
filled
with all the
love
of all my
years
would open
and scatter
its seeds
far and wide
to every
corner
of their being
to grow
fruits
of love
for them
to pluck
and
feast upon.
feast upon.