Posted on February 12, 2016
by Elan Mudrow
The child is in her arms And I understand The smile on her face, The concern in her brow, How she is so careful with The round, round head of her baby Plastic car seat Molded to fit a human being I have seen…
Category: PoetryTags: Babies, Family, Life, Love, Motherhood, Poem, Poetry, Writing
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