Momma's Baby {Springtime Lullaby} (Prose)

Sleepless nights, before, she spent

to love her baby when she cried.

She held her precious, little angel

against a sky of the darkest hue.



But what can a mother feels this moment

once she delivers gossamer wings

to the treasure who has grown?

She is momma’s baby, after all.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Prose / For my baby sister who just turned 18 last night and for my mom.

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

another great piece, reminds me of when my dtr turned 18, she will be 30 on Dec 21..