His Breath

His baby soft breath

reaches my motherly heart,

soothing my soul.

A gentle breath in and out.

It reassures me, a promise

that the world is right.

Chaos outside my window

doesn’t mean a thing

as long as I hear that soft breath.

I know the world is right.

My baby is the promise

that the world continues.


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11 thoughts on “His Breath

  1. Sigh. Now I want to hold my babies all over again and just sit and watch them breath…. At moments like this I feel like I’m “letting down” and it has been a few years… 🙂

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