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

A Mother’s Love

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A slower kindle,
A softer ember;
Old youthful fire,
Now just a cinder.

Mellowed like wine,
Or a half-faded rose,
A calmer waltz,
That ebbs and flows.

Less moved to passion,
But when so, deeper;
My love overflows –
For my grandchild’s keeper.

What used to matter
Matters less;
I take more time…
More time to bless.

I look for joy,
Less frivolously;
I’ve found what’s true,
More thoroughly.

My wisdom blooms;
I try to share…
But most of all,
To show my care.

Above all things,
I’ve found a love;
And where I breathe,
I breathe thereof.

A softer gait;
A slower pace,
But my full heart,
It can embrace

The ones I love,
More deeply now,
And richer still,
And this I vow:

You are my joy,
Our chain of life:
And I live now,
Much less in strife.

So let me hold
You in my heart,
My dearest child,
And never part.

~Amarine Rose Ravenwood