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The safest place
TweetThe gentle beating of a heart
Rushing air with every breath
These are the sounds I can hear
Asleep on daddy's chest
A small child, a few years old
How small and frail am I!
Of plagues and wars , of stress and bills
These worries, I know not
The softness of his sweater
The strength upon which I slept
This memory I'll have 'til I grow old
Me, sleeping on daddy's chest
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6 comments
Reminds me of when Robin was a baby
Plagues not Plaques. I knowI sound pedantic but that one missspelt word spoilt the flow for me … Otherwise it’s very sweet. 9/10
It is lovely, but I often get stuck in logic (which dictates that baby doesn’t remember sleeping on daddy’s chest). I like it anyway!
Thank you. It’s odd, but I do have this memory though I might have been closer to 3 yrs old, hard to say!
Big difference between a few months and three years, but the sentiment remains the same. Lovely piece!
True! Thank you