I hold the naked miracle
Of my first child
Against my fertile heart,
Which pulses in gentle rhythm
To a lullaby sung by God.
She is a fresh rosebud
Anointed by the morning dew.
She exhales heaven's warm fragrance
As the colors of this world
Slowly fill her mind.
I am in awe of her beauty,
Intimidated by her innocence.
Lord, protect her, I pray.
Guide me, introduce her soul to mine,
For only you know us both.
He tells me to have courage,
So I boldly set her adrift
On a current of outstretched time.
The cradle of my love,
Certain as the ocean's tide,
Constantly pulls her near.
I will be her childhood harbor
And heaven will always be her home.
(HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!)
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