Mother Love
My fingers drift across the small head
resting on my shoulder.
caressing the fuzzy down
pausing at the soft spot,
while I wonder at the
miracle of creation.
The sweet scent of baby powder
mingles with the smell of milk
on my shirt.
Soft baby babble reaches my ear
Then the whispered mewing of early sleep.
Limp with drowsiness
My baby slumbers.
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