Sleepless nights, before, she spent
to love her baby when she cried.
She held her precious, little angel
against a sky of the darkest hue.
But what can a mother feels this moment
once she delivers gossamer wings
to the treasure who has grown?
She is momma’s baby, after all.
another great piece, reminds me of when my dtr turned 18, she will be 30 on Dec 21..