A Mother’s heart besets traditions created in this infancy
From the kiss on the chin at the dawn of night,
Bundle laid to crib as prayers croon away fright,
And blanket drawn up under rolly double-chin,
The smile in the voice as you tuck your child in.
The round little hand with dimple on each knuckle,
Now grasps teddy bear and lips feign a suckle,
From tiny throat comes a humming, calming the heart
Of the mother, though the mother returns the favor as her part.
Sleep sweetly, my baby…
Rest well through the night….
Might Jesus wrap his arms ‘round you
Till we see morning’s light
11.09.08
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