With all that is small
acquaints a sense of awe...
No matter the nature
helpless with innocence
is created in us all...
With curious eyes
that beckon us by their side
searching for the warmth
cradled from the inside...
You are it's mother
by nurturing passage of rights
a gift that is shared
concentric plights...
I love your style and sense of wonder Bessye.
ReplyDeleteHey Joanne,
ReplyDeleteThank you! it comes easy to me, always has...
It's my "glue" so to speak...
bessye