there’d been happy times,
even blissful moments in her life,
but when she held her baby in her arms that first time,
she felt color blossom and rise through her,
up from somewhere inside she hadn’t known existed
she felt the soft heat of true joy
*Happy belated Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there!
Heart Breathings 
You’ve captured exactly how I felt in that moment–thank you!
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Thank you!!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you!
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Always happy to share your posts!!!
xoxoxo
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Likewise. A lovely tribute.
I think I’m falling in love with my son every day. It’s an ongoing process.
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I love that – what a wonderful way to describe it! Me too with my daughters as they grow and evolve. They are 13 and 17. One will begin high school next year and one will go to college.
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Wow. Big girls.
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One word: perfect! I remember that moment well.
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Thank you so much, Liz!
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