Sally

I cradled you as I carried you from your place of slumber. I pulled you in close and whispered, “You are alive and I love you for that.” Gently, I stirred you awake and told you sweet nothings. I bent over and inhaled your unmistakable scent. I would know you anywhere just by your essence. With hands full of love, I carefully caressed you. A gentle massage to awaken your soul. I gave you everything I had in me to express my love for you. Remembering the old wives-tales; the love you give comes back to you. Tenderly, I fed you the simple nourishment you so desired. Placing you back to your place of slumber so you could rest and perhaps flourish some more. One last whisper of thanks and gratitude as I said, “You are alive, and I love you for that.”

(Sally is my sourdough starter. I made some bread this morning and this came to me.)