Thursday, November 6, 2014

Cuddly Mothering Joys

(we came across this poem shortly after Laura passed written between Laura's 3rd and 4th babies, Heather and Holly)

I feel sublimely blessed
when cradling your sleepy head
at last upon my breast.

So suddenly your days were filled
With running squeals and toys.
I find I'm sorely missing

Those first cuddly mothering joys.

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