The day after you were delivered
As you lay all pink & bundled
Warm in the Cradle of my arms
Self congratulating, smug, I lay
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the confessions of the beautiful heart of a Loving Mother. who's Love can only be compared to the pure and true Love of the Gods.
Hats off to you Stephani for recognizing the subject and the feelings that prompted this poem, you are one of the few who have which shows the seriousness and sincerity of your reading and review. Thank you.