21 May 2020

I say

She is as high as a kite.

As brave as a kite.

A shield

Abreast against the sun.

She searches for my hands

And they find each other

As she drifts to sleep

And I kiss her chest.

21 May 2020

Pulse Points

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Post Script

I’m writing and including drawing here on very personal family events. I do not talk about such things as children’s health on social media but I also feel as an artist it is important to have a dialogue, I think I am comfortable on my own site here to do so. Do not share such posts of mine on Facebook, etc., I will follow up and delete them.