A Firstborn Mother is Blissfully Sleeping,
Dreaming of Stark Blue Skies and Turquoise Waters.
The Infant Whimpers Softly,
Awakening Her Mother from the Deepest Slumber,
She is in Tune to Her Little One's Heartbeat,
Their Synchronicity Amplified as if in Song.
Time is Naught and Nothing Else Matters.
Drawing Her Baby to Her Breast
She Whispers in Ernest in the Darkness of Night,
"Thank You Lord, for Giving Me
This Gift of Heaven on Earth
Through my Precious
Cheryl E Gordon