Pagosa Springs Artists

Mother's Arms

How sweet the sound,

so soft and low,

of Mother's song

so long ago.


She swept me up

into her arms,

her fond embrace

both safe and warm.


While gently hushed

next to her breast,

I felt just comfort,

love, and rest.


The house was still

as darkness fell,

as I found sleep

under that peaceful spell.


first published in

©2014 Bonnie Manion


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