A baby cries
A baby cries
Amazed
To the dawn of a new day
With sleepy eyes
A mother awakes
Rising like the sun
Warmth in her caress
Rays of endless smiles
Eliminating all darkness
A kiss
A dream
A wish
And love
All before breakfast
Until the day is done
A baby cries
Itself asleep
Drifting like the moon
Contented in deep space
Even with closed eyes
The stars still sparkle
“Beauty is my child’s face.”*
Is there a more perfect sight than the face of a beloved child? Is there a more perfect feeling than stroking the softness of their skin? Is there a more perfect smell than inhaling their sweet scent as you envelope them in a tight embrace? These are some of the intoxicating wonders of motherhood. How I love to dwell on my child’s exquisite features, but no matter how long or how intently I gaze, the image is always changing. It is the nature of childhood.
* © from 'Being Mummy' by Anne‑marie Taplin, published April 2007