January 2, 2021
In the Heart of a Mother’s Hands
In the light of the evening sky
I heard the faint sound of a baby, nigh
She was joyous in her mother’s hands
Smiling at her little one, there she stands
It was a pure moment of warmth and glee
I watched in the sunset, sipping my tea
I swooned at the sight, too good to be true
I wished I could be in the same moment, don’t you?
They looked into each other’s eyes, blissfully and peacefully, into the night
I could not help hold back my smile, despite my unsuccessful tries
Could it get any better?
Cause I’ve never seen anything sweeter
The gentle breeze accompanied them, along with the gentle waves
As I thought deeper, I felt being without my mother was like how creatures lived in caves
I felt a sense of tranquility as life felt better
Just admiring the way they were together
I exhaled my worries as I watched the compassion that sparked
Tears trickled down my face in the dark
I knew I had to go
As I took a final look at their faces, aglow
I trudged along my path, not wanting to go back
But I had to, as there was pending work of mine to track
With my final glance at the bond of the mother and daughter
I took back home the lovely emotions they shared near the water
I thought to myself, I have never seen anything as pleasant and bright
As I walked along in the faded moonlight
May God bless the mother and child
So the mother brings her up well, to face the wild