Mother's Love

In a room without walls,
  the joining and joy.
  Is it morning, or is it night?

​A soft embrace,
  gurgles and giggles,
  love brimming over,
  a gift of grace.
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Chubby cheeks,
  folds of skin,
  rising soft belly.

Everything fades
  but this
      the tender embrace,
      the baby’s scent.

The universe moves;
  stars vanish at dawn,
  birds greet the sun once again.

​Then and after
  turn into Now.

Mother’s love. 

​(Easter 2026)

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