Holding you close
I rock you with care
Here on my lap
Like a little teddy bear
I gaze at your face
So tiny and new
Your wide little eyes
The color is blue
Your small hand
I hold in mine
A dim light glows
It comes from behind
Wondering and thinking
Only of you
What you will become
Or what you might do
Quiet is the moment
We drink it in
Rest and relax
Till a new day begins
A soft lullaby
I start to hum
I realize at last
A Mother I've become.
copyright Rita Hensel
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