Mother: Through a Child’s Eyes

Peaceful is your belly, which softly swells
Big and small, rise and fall.
Loving is your voice, which speaks to me
Muffled and sweet, anxious to meet.
Awestruck is your mind, which takes me in
Finally here, your little dear.
Gentle are your hands, which cradle me
Close to heart, refusing to part.
Thoughtful are your eyes, which watch me
Head to toes, grow and grow.
Strong are your arms, which toss me
Up and down, all around.
Laughing are your eyes, which sparkle bright
Grin and wink, laugh and blink.
Playful are your fingers, which wiggle towards
Toes and feet, tickle and tease.
Soft are your lips, which quietly touch
My sleepy head, snuggled in bed.
Content is your face, which gently shines
Even in defeat, happy and sweet.
Steady is your love, which surrounds
Tender and warm, through every storm.

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