a very sweet waiting time,
waiting for you, baby of mine.
a pretty cold spring, sunshine.
the same red dress, filled
with more and more love, silk.
the same old process, without the judge.
some seeds, a garden, an evermoving edge.
and the sky above.
your brother. my flowers. a Dove.
this poem is part of a collection of 123 poems titled
Becoming Human: a poetical journey