His tiny voice cried out to me
at midnight past impatiently
I cradled him gently as he drank from my breast
resting one flushed cheek upon my chest
The nurting sounds in the still of the night
brought forth such love, sustaining life
My heartbeat to his, blue eyes fixed to mine
unaware of the world, excusing all time
Suckling and cooing to full satisfaction
this child of beauty brought such revelation
God's image somehow inside of our own
within the miracle of quiet...
between mother and son
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