19 March 2019

to the swings.

central park, winter '19, a day when it was warm enough to swing, just me and my boy with sunbeams tangled in his eyelashes and cheeks like peaches plucked fresh from the tree. if only he could know how much i love this time, how much i love being his mother. if only he could know what it is like to stand in his light.

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