Immensities

The immensity of tears,
a wellspring that never runs dry.
In the midst of joy,
they bubble up from depths,
mysterious as the great pool
of the night,
sweet and strong as waterfalls,
as a loverโ€™s embrace,
as that first unblinking regard.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

43 thoughts on “Immensities”

    1. It’s been twenty years since I held such a tiny baby, but even then, it didn’t feel the same because I’m not as feeble now as I was straight after giving birth.

    1. She is. We didn’t stay long. It’s a small apartment and we ended up six adults, son threatening to come over too. This tiny little thing was like a volcano in the middle of it all. Amazing how they create so much energy and emotion! We’ll be back soon ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. I know what my big girl went through and how painful the feeding is, all the bits about birth nobody warns you about. I’m proud of everyone involved, right back to distant grandparents ๐Ÿ™‚

  1. Lovely! Hadn’t the cat tried to get closer to the child yet? Our cats tried again and again, with me and my siblings. One even sat on the roof of the pram, with my youngest brother. As soon as he even moved, she came into the house to raise the alarm.

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