and a drop of blood fell
onto the steps, where I sat.
It was late in the day,
and so I decided
to abandon my needlework
altogether
and bundled it back into the basket
where it would wait for stitches.
He had been working -
for some time -
tidying up dead branches
on the backyard trees
and came, to sit down -
on the step below me.
He placed his head
upon my knees, and joked:
I'm looking for a soft place to land.
My hand brushed his cheek and -
inadvertently - left
a red smudge across it.
I moved, to fetch something
to wash the stain away.
He stilled me, gently.
Then, shut his eyes and whispered . . .
Stay.
photos: Stay - W. Bourke
© 2013 Wendy Bourke
smiles...endearing...and yes, there are more important things than a little blood...wonderful moment you captured there....
ReplyDeleteThis piece is a place I think we all want to be--lovely lovely sense here Wendy!
ReplyDeleteHow beautifully you have captivated that moment of bliss Wendy...
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