Repetitive back and fourth motions timed with rhythmic pats to soothe.
The smell of saltines and cream cheese being the snack of choice while we sit - I look into your wrinkled smile - your eyes. We are glued.
Wrapped up in your cable knit blanket on your lap, the safest place I could be… twirling your long braid in my small fingers - I couldn’t yet count the strands of wisdom.
We sway in your chair until fast asleep, still my safe place - plays in my mind on repeat.
The dodging of dragons and lava pits - running from my reality…
I grab my cable knit blanket - throw it around me - rhythmic motion enacted.
Twirling my long braid, I can now count the strands of wisdom.
About the Creator
Nadia
I go by Siilent_Poet. I have been writing since I was about 13. I don't like talking about myself LOL.
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