Friday does not have baby fever, thankyouverymuch!
You sleep restlessly yet deeply. A hundred different thoughts and emotions pass fleetingly over your face. You fling one arm up in a “black power” salute – such militancy for a 6 week old! With your downy hair tickling my nose, I kiss the top of your head the heat from your skin warming my lips.
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