Sparkles in little eyes A sweet grin every morning A soft landing into my arms With a breath I won’t forget All are mine to keep My little one. For my little ones
A mother’s hands gently Holds little baby for the first time; Pure, precious, perfect and fragile!
It’s the most beautiful feeling to be able to see how adored and precious I am to my lover even in moments of saying nothing. Susan McMillan
Abuse is painful Like a leech it drains our blood Steals our courage and strength to speak up A heart knows to hold it The pain bleeding into our present At times staining those we love A mind knows to replay it Soiling our happy moments The deep scars will remind us too The monster’s…… Continue reading Hurts to remember!
I always say to my beloved husband that “motherhood is a sanctification process for me”. It has clearly exposed the sinful nature of my inner being; I need Christ now more than ever! On the other hand though, I continue to experience beauty from so many little things that come in “my little wrapped up package…… Continue reading On being a mother…..