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This was written for a friend when she found out she was going to be a mother. |
| She sings a lullaby and cradles the child. The sleeping beautiful face turned upward and smiling gently as she kisses the tiny and wrinkled brow. There are no words for it and no other feeling like it. There are so many fears and hopes and countless dreams. And this word "love" means promises and peace and more than one word can ever hold. It means happiness and smiles, tears and joy, and "I'm here for you always." It means mother and child and one tiny heart communicating to another overflowing one. May your cup runneth over and know that we love you always. |