Dancing to music
playing only in her head
until her babe sleeps
enveloped in her embrace
sanctuary of love and dreams
~~~
Toni hosts Meeting the Bar over at Dverse. The Form is Tanka.
Dancing to music
playing only in her head
until her babe sleeps
enveloped in her embrace
sanctuary of love and dreams
~~~
Toni hosts Meeting the Bar over at Dverse. The Form is Tanka.
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Lovely! ❤
Thanks, Josslyn. 🙂
You’re welcome! 🙂
Nothing feels more safe to a babe than her mother’s gently, swaying dance of love…so sweet, Imelda.
Thanks, Gayle. 🙂
Oh this is soo sweet!! ❤ Love this!
Thanks, Sanaa. 🙂
I do love the theme, a mother’s love and that gentle sway.
This is a lovely poem. I used to rock my children to sleep when they were young too. It’s a happy memory for me. Getting up two and a half hours later to change their diaper, not so much.
Apart from my husband, I see a lot of dads (in CHurch) takin gcare of their babies and they are so uplifting to see. Happy are the kids with dads like you and them. SOmetimes, I prefer changing diapers because the job is quick. WHen you rock a child to sleep, you are not sure when he will actually sleep. 🙂
That’s very true. I also occasionally tried to sing my children to sleep. Surprisingly, there was no permanent hearing damage. 🙂
Sweet sweet sweet. There is nothing so luscious as a sleeping babe in one’s arms.
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Thank you, Laura. 🙂
This is a lovely description of a long ago memory I so cherish. Thank you for bringing this to my mind today.
My pleasure, LuAnne. Thank you very much for coming by, too. 🙂
Beautiful, Imelda. I have danced that dance many times, and this brought back so many sweet memories!
That’s nice to know. Thank you, Naomi. 🙂
So beautiful to picture this loving mom dancing with her infant in her arms. ❤
🙂 Thanks, Sylvia.
I can imagine this Imelda. A sweet mother’s poem.
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Truly sweet and lovely, rocking a baby in one’s arms. I imagine it is indeed a lovely feeling.