"He was a tornado of fingers and feet and words. I was caught in the storm"
- T.J. Klune, Wolfsong.
TORNADO
My little one
When my eyes are closed I see you
With my arms wrapped tight
around me, feels like you though
Your words, always singing in my mind
Your blue eyes in wonder
How you jumped in my arms
or on my back wanting to be carried
How I carried you with my strong legs
My loving straight back
My caring arms
Little one
You ran your hands through my hair
Whispering those words in that language
I loved but didn't understand
How it sang in my ears
With love
And how you took my hand
when we left and wouldn't let go
And found me in that bed
And never let go
Never let go
***
Meme by Mel Leach
Poem by Darren White
October 9, 2016
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