Her Salty Cheeks by Raymond A. Foss
She was crying, after bumping her head, her nose on the wooden headboard crying loudly within the space below the top bunk echoing her cries off wall and board, inconsolable for a few moments, until the startle the pain subsides. I leaned to her, trying to calm her wails but with little effect. I bent to her level kissed her salty cheeks, using Daddy love, to kiss the hurt away. Not this time. Time would be needed instead, to dissipate the shock, bad bed, bad for hurting Miss Nequa. Our warrior princess She settled only, after Momma came up to check on her princess, to kiss the boo boo too
September 24, 2006 21:47
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