Golden Mother

This little bear is standing still

Unlike my friend’s little boy

Who was constantly moving.

Some mom’s are given a child

Who need a level of care

That is staggering…

Apples in the basket- apples out

Gentle- gentle – gentle

Those hands reaching too roughly for the dog.

Funny non verbal little whirlwind- grinning into the moment

They call it down syndrome.

And she is with him 100%, patient, loving

All seeing – all believing too.

The level of her service

Through one small child is a wonder to behold..

With no need-

For things to be different.

Maybe I can melt my stiff little heart

Just a little- I stand in awe.

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