Tuesday, October 28, 2014


This round bellied one.
The essence of motherhood
Springs forth a tenderness
With her eyes, her touch.

Her soft words lull the unborn
Toward blissful sleep.
Suckling thumb sweetened
By a mother’s prevederent love.

From her womb
emerges hope, conviction and faith,
A future only innocence knows
Only innocence can indulge.

                                                                                              © Natala Orobello

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