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mother and child


Submitted:Feb 26, 2007    Reads: 218    Comments: 7    Likes: 1   


You were so very cross

When first I saw you.

Raising you're new voice in

Angry indignation

All heard you, your

Objection at being

Taken from your Warm

And tranquil home.

But never had I known such bliss,

Than to touch my skin to yours,

And caress you with a mothers kiss

Your anger eased as your lungs

Breathed the first of the very

Air that would see you through

Until your last.

This was a whole new frightening

World from the one that you had known.

But I made my promise to keep you safe,

Even when you are old and grown.

Time stood still as I became lost in the

Depths of purity that were your eyes

. Innocence gazed at me and I gazed back,

Innocence that this world had not yet touched.

I watched you grow from that moment on,

And I watch you still, remembering

Every little thing. Storing in my mind all the

Chapters of your childhood.

For when I am old and you come questioning me

And ask Mum?

I can smile and say I remember those things Son.





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