Baby sighs gently
Your ear is attuned to each
And every coo
What must the babe do
To catch Mama's attention?
Exist, just exist
A mother's heart is
To go without herself so
Her child is sustained
An infant's laugh is
The glory of motherhood,
Its smile a reward
May you hear my voice,
Inhale my scent, and know that
I am always near
A baby born of
Pure love and godly hope will
Always be adored
What power is this,
That such a small being can
Orchestrate all things?
© 2024 Teresa Miles Kephart
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