I held my friend’s child
relieving her arms
as we caught up
on the pulse of our lives.
And I felt a gentleness
in my heart
that awakens
with a yawn
whenever I witness
(the exhaustion)
of mother’s love.
Essays and Poetry by Barbara Powell
I held my friend’s child
relieving her arms
as we caught up
on the pulse of our lives.
And I felt a gentleness
in my heart
that awakens
with a yawn
whenever I witness
(the exhaustion)
of mother’s love.
Lovely words and image 😊
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Thank you very much! ♥️ a touching moment
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