Soul Water Baby

When we hold a child, we hold a soul.
The deep underground water.

Their cries tell us a story we might not otherwise have the ability to listen to, nor understand.
In that deep water is a soul here to be loved unconditionally.

Their laughter is as sweet as birds chirping through a radiant sunrise.
In that deep water is a soul here to love us unconditionally. 

Mom

Go Figure

I didn't know you were loving me when I felt most unlovable. Go figure.