Thursday, April 28, 2016

Mother and Child


Hidden. hidden
From her eyes
A little baby boy now lies
Unseen.

Inside. inside
Her loving womb
Not a tomb
Is life.

Her. her
Smile lingers
A boy with God’s own fingers
Made.

Heart. heart
Can stream with fickle tide
But not toward him inside
Of her.

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