Mother’s Joy

A baby with fragile hearts,
But as big as their laugh.
The contentment of their smile,
Over joys their mother's heart.
The tiny feet,
The small strands of baby fine hair,
The eyes if a new life,
The joy is over riding but satisfying.
A kindred soul for the world to enjoy.

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