Mother/Child

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    Mother/Child

     Mother/Child

    The eyes that stare up at me to greet the morning
    The small hand that reaches for the sky
    The touch of soft skin
    Hand and hand we are
    The comfort that brings a smile upon my face
    Mother looks down with her strong embrace
    Reach for me
    Lift me up thought the sky
    Up we go an arm braces me around my back
    Soft against mother's breast
    She has me snug just like a nest
    Carry me
    Carry Me
    She does

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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