Reposes she
With cheeks and brow so fair
Image framed
By skeins of flaxen hair
Puckered lips
Forming glowing pout
Recumbent God
Seen without one doubt
Lashes flutter
In dreams of golden flight
Tucked into bed
Safe love secures her night
No demons here
No haunted childhood psyche
A child at rest
All should have her like
Portraits of injured innocence
Suffuse my working hours
Souls may keen
At battles without power
A helping hand
From those who know the just
Love them all
As adults we most surely must
A little one
Though worldly without wise
Compassion demands
We see all through mothers’ eyes.
scottishmomus 
Beautiful momus. The eyes of a mother are always true, they see within! Namaste
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I’m holding on to that Namaste. Needing more to spread around. Thanks, Mark.x
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Once again you have impressed me. Well done.
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Thank you so much. x
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Exquisite my darling, simply beautiful words, woven into a tapestry of love and protecting. xx
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Thank you so much, Jen. It’s been another tough week with poor kids who just don’t have a chance. Love and protection the only answer. x
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Wonderful if we could see the child within us all – the hurt, the loneliness, the hidden joy waiting to break free – the long ago innocence buried by so much history.
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If we’re lucky the child within has happy memories to go with any unhappy ones. How sad some of their lives are. The future looks bleak for so many who carry such devastation in their current young lives. heartbreaking to hear. x
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Anne Marie, so beautiful. I can’t help but see through mother’s eyes. 🙂 Brenda
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Not a pleasant week with some of the stuff I’ve been privy to, Brenda. Hug those little ones of yours and hope that their love permeates the future and helps to heal those who have done without in their formative years. Some are entirely without it. Completely heartbreaking. Sometimes I wish I didn’t teach. But ignorance wouldn’t make it go away. x
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