Quiver
"Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.
As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.
Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them..." - Psalms 127: 3-5a
The first quiver
Like a feather touch
Makes her shiver
She loves her child much
A gift of God
That is her baby
Nothing is flawed
It’s a boy, maybe
His subdued kicks
She quivers with love
As time slow ticks
She can feel his shove
Now, she holds him
And feels his quiver
She sings a hymn
Praising her Giver
{A mother's feelings when she feels her baby move for the first time, and later when she holds her newborn}
09.29.2021
For Constance La France's ""Q" contest, NEW Only" contest
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