Mother and Child
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Protecting arms enclose her,
like a shell around a pearl.
The storm abates
and sleep finds those
winter twilight eyes.
Now dreams skirt the horizon,
drifting across the edge of calm
and she sleeps in her mother's breath,
wrapping its warmth around her
like a mantle.










angela_michelle Level 4 Commenter 2 years ago
Beautiful picture, and beautiful poem. So Sweet.