Miraculous Bond

Reposing, savouring each echoing tick of the clock's tock.
Showering her suffering child with endless cuddles.
Reflecting, reminiscing all aching events from the wretched past.
Smiling her worries away with a loving embrace.
Returning, sharing many meaningful moments at last.
Shifting her focus on matters that matter.
Reaching, rubbing delicate skin with a healing touch.
Staring at her precious baby with admiration. 
Reuniting, holding on tightly to a love withstanding time.
Storing the presented miracle in her heart's chest.

Published by notapeepbutlotsofpaper

A silent voice with lots to say. I speak with pens to stay away.

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