A Mother’s Treasure

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She holds her child near,
Her child, so dear,
As the chair rocks to and fro…

It’s been a hard day,
And the long night is gray,
As she straightens the little hair bow…

Sleep may be far off,
for the little one’s cough,
Yet, the mother’s touch is sweet…

And the gentlest sway,
of the chair, just for bae,
is controlled by Mama’s feet…

The fire, nearby,
In the hearth, makes Mom sigh,
And her head drops down to doze…

Snuggled in place,
is that sweet, precious face,
and the child is in repose…

There’s rest, after all,
‘Till the morning’s bright call,
And the night is deep and mild…

A mother, she gives,
For as long as she lives,
To the care of her cherished child…

~Amarine Rose Ravenwood

Originally published by Voice of Eve, Issue 2, 2018