It was on one of those rare moments of peace and quiet in the house, when the baffling cries have been briefly muffled by the lure of deep sleep, that I came to rest beside the tiny life form that only a few weeks ago I had the joy of breathing out of this world.
I listened to the sound of his steady breathing, in a way that one listens to the singing of the birds on the tree top or the gushing forth of the flowing river when they hit the rocks; sounds of which one cannot come up with meaning but which evokes a warmth of feeling that goes all the way to the heart.
I could lie there forever, watching him sleep, listening to him breathe.
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