Mother & Son

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.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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.

[Devesh]

Thank you for reading, Jacob! :) I'll change those words, almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me! :)

[Sami Khalil]

You have captured the mother, child image and feelings marvelously. An image that inspired countless books. Excellent...:).........

[Devesh]

Thank you for reading, Sami :))

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)................

[A. Amos]

D, Great work in this one and subject is simply beautiful.

[Devesh]

Thank you :)

[Madalyn Beck]

It is amazing how a little child can turn your life around. Not that I'm a mother or anything, but perhaps one day. Fantastic imagery you have portrayed here. I adore this gentle and nurturing piece! (:

[Devesh]

Thank you! I can't ever be a mother :( :P

[Madalyn Beck]

No, but you can be a father. And let me tell you, there is nothing better than a fathers' love. (:

[Devesh]

Just joking around a bit! :P That's good to know :)

[Madalyn Beck]

Absolutely. :P