Down The Holler: Mother
Love so wide
so big, so deep
Tuck the children in
to sleep
Tina Trivett writes about the intense joy of motherhood.
Watchful eye and
nervous nelly
Clothes are washing
Satisfied belly
Folded arms and
get back here
Baby songs
in the rocking chair
Smell the scent
of infant skin
Because of you
our lives begin
Drops of joy and
drops of pain
Sliding down
your cheeks again
Love so wide
so big, so deep
Tuck the children in
to sleep
Golden cord
that reaches through
Keeps your children
close to you
