loving ourselves to be free
Nurturing, a mother’s protection.
Keeping them safe from harm.
Wrapping them in loving arms.
fretting when sleeping with fevered dreams.
A prayer for their pain to be taken away.
A wish it were mine before theirs.
My kisses can help, now.
Sad to think about when that changes.
So for now, I love them with all my might.
Praying for their safety and health, overnight.
Releasing control, the letting go.
This is the stage where I am the star
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This is beautiful and the perfect description of a mother’s love.
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Thank you! You’ve honestly been an inspiration, going with the feelings more and the words less. ❤️ learning to hone the craft, sometimes!
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I think that’s the way to do it. Feelings translate and give life to the words.
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Beautiful, Tiffany 🙂
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Thank you for reading and enjoying!
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