Lace Hearts

Tucked in a keepsake box, A lace linen napkin Holds in its gentle fold, A tiny stick. I recall the moment My love for you emerged, In the silent language of Two little lines. ~ Through the nursery window, The white lace curtains swayed With every little breath Of gentle breeze. They danced to mark the moment I felt you stir inside, A whisper of your life With just a kick. ~ Little owls on a blanket Edged with lace and purple hearts Brought warmth as I first nursed you, Newly born. All shifted in that moment, You, wrapped within my arms, My swaddled heart inside Lace purple hearts. ~ A crafted birthday card, In perfect little hands, Adorned with lace heart cutouts, From you to me. My girl, just three years old, Beaming as I read, “I love my mommy,” Written in red crayon. ~ My child, you were made From purest, truest love, Uniquely woven, delicate, And rare. Each day that I am living, I dedicate to you, My arms were made to keep you Close to me. ~ For nothing is so precious, As you inside my cradle, You and I, forever Intertwined. In every cherished moment, And in each one to come You’ll be, forever laced Inside my heart.