Sunlight eagerly stretches in the window
With curtains drawn
As the new mother floats by
With nursing child covered in soft linen
The Golden rays like soft warm arms reaching in
To steady the new mother and gaze into
The creases of the swaddle
And give her blessed coronation of light,
gaining a peek at this new creation God has given
And interchange motherly smiles, condolences, and wisdom
As one whom God chooses
Every morning uses…to birth the day.
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