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.