They come from the sky,
soft sighs and
songs and nurturing love,
soothing of pain and
easing of hunger.
In my unfocused world,
soft voices coo, and
hands caress in answer
to my hungry cries
'neath the hovering cloud
of Mother.
Beautiful! This seems like images of Mother And Child, the interweaving of the lives and, in this instance, more especially of the souls of the two twain. A unique and fascinating capture, Dallas, truly inspired. The stork must have brought it in the night! :)) Kate xx
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