She moves around the house, and my heart slips behind her foot | Thoughts Hub

She moves around the house, and my heart slips behind her footsteps, like a baby whose milk she breastfed. At first my heart loved her and now my son loves her. And my heart carries them and they love behind them my heart: she and my son. How did the world expand for them together? How did the prophets forget to present us with such miracles for us to believe?