A naani
my hand
wraps around hers down to her thin wrist
subtly, I press finger against vein
to feel my child's pulse
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of a son
I can’t quite put my finger on (pun might help) why this makes me uncomfortable.
neither can I 😀
David, I went and looked up naani here: https://mattforrest.wordpress.com/2016/03/18/poetry-friday-practicing-the-naani-form/
– so what I cam back with is – you are telling a story – yet you are not telling it; show your face or feelings man 🙂
I love it!
💝 Thanks, Dwight 💝
Shabbat shalom,
David
Thank you David… and to you a well!
Lovely. (K)
💓 Kerfe 💓
Awwww🥰🥰
💓 Khirda 💓
-David
XD
And I only thought mothers were that sneaky at checking for fever and listening to heart beats and even checking the pulse!!
I’m not checking for fever when I do that – I just like feeling her little child’s pulse – it’s purely emotional for me.
Shabbat shalom,
David
Wow, David, that is sublime. ❤️❤️
💕 Jeff 💕
David, you are a very involved father! When I taught second-grade science, we did a unit on human body systems, and students learned to take and record their pulse before and after doing squats. Pretty soon you may have someone to take your pulse! ❤ All the best
Cheryl, I take her to kindergarten and pick her up every day, and we walk together in both directions, holding hands – so I hold her hand a lot 🙂
❤
David
Aww ❤️❤️
🤗 Lucy 🤗