Writing Exercise

Squeezing in with boy and dog on a bed that will only feel smaller with time, knowing the boy’s toes will soon poke farther than mine.

Leaning close, half-sneaking sniffs of freshly-shampooed hair while arguing over who has to read the longer pages, knowing bedtime will someday be solo.

Trusting to the darkness my memory as I recite our favorite books from when the bed had bars, knowing that some things always remain.

(Thanks, Sue Black, of http://sueblack1.wordpress.com, for the inspiration. Check her out!)

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