‘Hold’ in my heart, on my arm…. in my love…. I would carry my son, adored, clung to my hip, chatting and looking…. These are drawings of the experience of that care for him.
‘Hold’ in my heart, on my arm…. in my love…. I would carry my son, adored, clung to my hip, chatting and looking…. These are drawings of the experience of that care for him.