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Happy Mother's Day on my first one as Oma.
I’ll Hold You, Too
Unsettled,
you are in need
of comfort.
I speak quiet words
of encouragement
and love.
Slowly and steadily
your body relaxes
and you nestle
into my arms,
tiny fingers
wrapped around
one of mine.
Once again I drift back
to days of mothering.
Precious moments of
holding my babies,
calming their unease,
soothing their tears,
basking in wholesome love shared
with them and their sweet dad.
A tender sigh brings me
back to you,
your contented breath
and gentle holding.
I’m so very happy
that I get
to hold you, too.
Sarah Carlson
May 9, 2021
This and ALL your poems about your precious grandson speak so eloquently to the miracle of life. I will never be a mother, but poems like this make that ineffable experience a little more tangible for me.
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