She loved bedtimes with her daughter
reading her a story
listening to her ask the Lord her soul to keep.
She loved tucking her in
kissing her good night
and watching as she nodded off to sleep…
And when the room was filled with darkness
save one errant moonlight beam
she loved to linger in the doorway
and listen to her dream.
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Love of mother and daughter is beautifully represented in this amazing poem shared. Daughter lingered to love her mother in the road ways and mother listened to her child's dream. This poem is much affectionate and brilliantly penned.