Motherhood is like that winter storm
When everything comes to a halt
And no one knows what to expect
And things are done, when they are done
The snow creates a white blanket
To lay the child, the baby's head
The wind murmured a lullaby
Of love and care...
The water breaks like falling rain
And droplets freeze in the crystal clear
Window of a hospital bed
Soon, very soon, we should hear:
Hey! Guess what? Baby is here! ©Gloria photo Gloria
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