A Mothers Shine
cradle of the womb
a mother pats, gives a name
countenance changes
a mother’s shine - God’s glory
preparations made - a safe space
she cups newborn’s head
the smallest body a part
of her soul for years
either on her shoulder or
next to her heart - a safe place
on pillow, her head
a mother in death’s cradle
daughter feels her heart
she smooths the reflection of
the cross on her chest; mom rests
the cycle of life
a daughter must bear the grief
did mom teach her how
she kept her safe in the womb
her mother’s presence brings peace
5/6/2022
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