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Still Breathing

I breathe in
and then
I breathe out
and so
for at least
this moment
I know
that I am
still breathing.

I see
my child
sleeping
I see her
slight wisp of hair
lying
across her face
Moving in
and then
moving out
And then
I know
That she is
still breathing.

I breathe in
and then
I breathe out
and so
for at least
this moment
I know
that I am
still breathing.

 

(January 24, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Lacey Avatar
January 28, 2011 at 12:29 PM
as long as your're breathing you're still alive! :)
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