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.
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