Love Poem: A Mothers Gift
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Written by: Mark Trichet

A Mothers Gift

A mother’s gift that’s left
Upon her infants milky breath, laying
Cradled in rest upon her breast with

Besotted silence popping little hiccups til
Sitting up 
With puffy cheeks and silky lips 

Blowing oily bubbles whilst
Looking through eyelids a flutter with
Sleepy dust and whispering
Their love beyond quiet deprivation

As lazy sleep bloats about the room
To land on eyelids fat with dreams
Of snuffling snores

And suckled joy.