The bosom of mother
My five babies
In silence, head nodded
No sound, just tears flowing
A sniffle or two, to catch the breath
My little boy is wounded
In his heart, a thorn sticks
As his hurt is dismantled
And his eyes blurry
No one there till mother appears
She rescues with her love
As she cradles and carries him
To her lap of love and hugs
Soft whispers of affections
Stifled in his cries
His small voice and pitch low
He says what bothers him
And so upset is he, he throws up
In agitation, into her palm ready to catch
Not the slightest feel of disgust
Just all love showering
Onto him, her baby, her sweet child
So strong and bold
But when crushed, so pitiful and sweet
This is the place of his recluse,
Where he can just be who he is
And with her who knows
Just how to make it all better
Mother and child,
The bond is forever
And on her breast, with her heartbeat so clear
He remembers the moments of pure safety
And warmth within her womb
His first earthly home
When life was simple
And he was protected
Mother and child
Together and always
For all time
This is the most peaceful place on Earth
In the bosom of mother
~Lorraine Nur for my children
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