and she sleeps on my shoulder as I sit under the canvas
in our special space for the day listening to Al Simmons
but focus on the perfection I am holding ten toes ten
fingers
totally relaxed and dependant on my arms for support
regular breaths oblivious to the uproarious noise from the
stage
three-year-old sits on blanket eating a snack and thankfulness
floods through my heart
like an old song
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