A Mothers Gift

A mother’s gift that’s left
Upon her infants milky breath, laying
Cradled in rest upon her breast with

Besotted silence popping little hiccups til
Sitting up 
With puffy cheeks and silky lips 

Blowing oily bubbles whilst
Looking through eyelids a flutter with
Sleepy dust and whispering
Their love beyond quiet deprivation

As lazy sleep bloats about the room
To land on eyelids fat with dreams
Of snuffling snores

And suckled joy.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Sietesantos Avatar
August 22, 2014 at 6:48 AM
Mark, as a mother, this one really tugged at my heart bringing back such delightful memories of when my boys were babies. Truly well-penned with great imagery! Pandita
Trichet Avatar
August 22, 2014 at 10:19 PM
Thanks Pandita, it brings me smiles to know that it means something to you too.
Brown Avatar
July 6, 2014 at 7:44 PM
Truly beautiful piece, Mark. Thank you for sharing it.
Stmichael Avatar
June 28, 2014 at 1:30 PM
The simplest things that sustain life bring happiness and babies are a beautiful reminder. This is such a "cute" poem and at the same time more profound than it seems on the surface. Well done.
Thajudeen Avatar
June 25, 2014 at 11:37 PM
A good poem
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