What a mystery life is…
this little ruddy-skinned bundle
asleep in my arms, phantom nursing
eyelids fluttering as dream sighs escape
and sleepy smiles flash across his face.
Whose heart will you one day hold
in your hands when you
let go of mine?
What a mystery life is…
this little ruddy-skinned bundle
asleep in my arms, phantom nursing
eyelids fluttering as dream sighs escape
and sleepy smiles flash across his face.
Whose heart will you one day hold
in your hands when you
let go of mine?
Just East Of Crazy Land 
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Reblogged this on Holy Family Mother's Group and commented:
Hi Ladies,
I’m sharing this poem with you today that I wrote about my little son, in honour of Mark and Rachel’s son being born this morning! I am so happy! Let’s keep praying a lot for her in these first amazing days of motherhood!
Thank you and bless you all,
Anna
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