Motherwear

Love Feed

Hm...mmm…Hm…mmm…Hm..mmm…
Like a pitter patter of raindrops.
Her singsong;
As tiny fingers tickle my palm,
In a rhythm of love,
A shared peaceful pattern.
Soft white cotton cradles a miraculous wonder.
A gift.
Unspoken conversation,
Feeding love,
A treasure.
Only we two,
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