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Seeing all these pix of infants among friends at church and with my children’s birthdays coming up soon (40 and 38), I’m feeling sentimental about my young mothering years. A poem from that time of my life:
Infant Sleeps
What words can a mother use
To describe an infant’s sleep;
Those tender, touching moments
A mother longs to keep?
The tiny fists held close to heart,
Legs drawn up under, tight,
The cherished face with puckered lips
Goodnight, my love, goodnight!