My child sleeps
nested like an egg
smooth skinned
speckled
full of the future
my child curls
in the unheeded
sprawl of sheet
crumpled
head covered
full of dreams
my child is warmed
by this home
of soft feathers
uncracked
unbroken
full of hope.
Easter is coming, and the birds are nesting in the hedge, and there is a general feeling of spring in the air, despite the cold wet weather we have been having. Kim asks us to write a dVerse quadrille – 44 words, including the prompt word – egg.
Sarah writes poems 
Hope is a sign of being uncracked and unbroken at least in some way.
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and so is youth…
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A stunning Quadrille, Sarah! I especially love the lines:
‘smooth skinned
speckled
full of the future’
and
‘my child curls
in the unheeded
sprawl of sheet’.
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Thanks, Kim. A lovely prompt. I’ve played with this image before, but I think I took it somewhere slightly different this time.
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I love it!
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You paint such a lovely picture of a child safe and warm in bed, protected by a safe and warm house. Lovely and tender.
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‘smooth skinned
speckled
full of the future’… this is soo beautiful!💖
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Hope is like that.
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Such a warm cozy home where children can daydream and sleep, full of dreams!
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Thanks, Grace.
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A home is a warm egg of comfort to prepare for the unknown.
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She is kept in the warm nest of her mother’s love, so precious!
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Lovely quadrille.
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Nestled in the softness of home, may her dreams all be good ones.
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uncracked
unbroken
full of hope……….I would keep this as a prayer for our children.Lovely.
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I agree with Vivian. Lovely poem and prayer Sarah. That child sleeping safe and warm.
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Beautiful, child sleeping wrapped in love, knowing he is safe 🙂
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Oh I LOVE the imagery you’ve created here! 🙂 So very well done. Smiling I am thinking of my children many many years ago, when I’d peek in at night to see them. Tussled heads on pillows, blankets every which way…stuffy near by 🙂
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That total relaxation of the very young…
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The sleeping child is a beautiful image.
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I love this… the curling up… I can remember it in myself… what a lovely way to look at eggs…
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A beautful analogy. Every child deserves this security.
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Lovely, tender poem, Sarah.
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I love the tender, hopeful edge to this beautiful poem.
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