very hard place.
Something's remiss,
please give your grace,
until the bliss
- we see your face-
you can still kiss,
your small child Jase.
We live by this,
this is our base:
your breath, word, kiss;
our hiding place.
Your mouth to his
breathes living space!
As lungs release
(but they're defaced)
flowing gases
help him to trace
a loving-ness,
and please displace
what-ever is
(gets) in the way.
God help in this,
our (too?) hard place.
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