Vesper
She sits in beauty seeking the night
Holding her unborn child tight
Waiting for the day to greet her
Hold her close and secure
Knowing times may be tough
Yet the bond that is growing
Will be enough
To heal some of the wounds
Close some of the holes
As she sits and contemplates her future
A soft smile appears and she whispers
One word......
Vesper.
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