Cradled in her arms, sleeps an innocent soul. As white as a dove, he has known only love. His face rests upon the shoulder of his mother. His gentle breathing like the wind blows into her hair, they scatter all of a sudden no worries, no care. But in this chaos she finds the peace that she craves,
and the strength with which, the world she braves. For him.
no greater love than that of a mother for her son.
i agree with David on that awkward spot...bottled up the reading a bit there...but even in its simplicity i like the words and theme here, and sometimes that works just as well as complexity and abstractness.
Posted 10 Years Ago
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10 Years Ago
Thank you for reading, Jacob! :) I'll change those words, almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me! :)
A beautiful poem for mother and son. I believe nothing as beautiful. The good description took the reader to good thoughts and beautiful places. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
"But in this chaos she finds
the peace that she craves,
and the strength
with which, the world she braves..." amazing ! That's so true ! Very well penned :) Your poems are short yet have a lot in them ! Cool!
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