The Gift of The Firstborn by Muffyjo

A Firstborn Mother is Blissfully Sleeping, Dreaming of Stark Blue Skies and Turquoise Waters. The Infant Whimpers Softly, Awakening Her from the Deepest Slumber. She is in Tune to Her Little One's Heartbeat,

Their Synchronicity Amplified as if in Song.

Time is Naught and Nothing Else Matters.

Drawing Her Baby to Her Breast, She Whispers in Ernest in the Darkness of the Night, "Thank You Lord, for Giving Me the Gift of Heaven on Earth".

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Selected Amazon Links:
Mother: A Cradle to Hold Me
Pearls from My Mother: A Collection of Poetry by Claire M. Price
The Mom Egg - Vol. 4: a collection of poetry, prose, and lyrics by mothers