It’s a little bit late this week, but I noticed that our hostess also posted her drabble a bit later this week.
For your entertainment, here is my drabble:
Little life, quiet and beautiful with eyes so bright.
I see you look at me, feel you as you reach out to me. I scoop you in my arms and hold you, touch you, kiss you lightly on your head. Together, we run and jump. I hold you above my head and spin you around until I loose my footing. You are not mine, but you bring an echo in my heart. A yearning for what I might never have.
And then you leave and you return to your own mother. You, the child of my colleague.
And I stand there, alone.