A baby sitting on its mother’s lap
feels life connected to a beating heart.
He heaves deep sighs, content with
each breath, looks up at this woman in
the yellow dress and with charcoal eyes,
not knowing who this angel is, yet
feeling the pulse of her heart, she
looks at him with sorrow in her eyes.
Mother shelters him in cradled arms
outstretched while rosy lips and
painted nose takes in his mother’s
love and rest.
Singing in his ear sweet lullabies
while pixie dust and teddy bears
surround his nest.
Only angels stoop to hear his mother’s
sweet caressing song to little boy blue
asleep in her arms.
His mother again will put her arms
around him to still any fears that he
Conquering life’s future dark and lonely
nights yet for this time only his mother’s
love gently wraps love about him.
Throbbing love from deep within this
little boy against his mother’s breast so fair.
Later in life you will lay lonesome at night
and fear will be your companion, but for now
let my love embellish your furrowed brow
and I will gently kiss your tender sweet lips with
all the love a mother can give.
My gentle boy, my pride and joy, life awaits
you with all its wonders and mystery, now
sleep and dream of pirate kings and toy
things and frolic through the looking
glass awaiting you on the other side.
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