Music of Mother

Music of Mother

In my beginning,

You were there,

Constant in the throbs

That matched my own.

When I came forth

Into the light

Into the cold,

You were my warmth,


Now, you carry me,

At your bosom,

I sway gently

With your every move.

Even in sleep,

As in our earlier days,

With you surrounding me,

Your rhythm is comfort,

And your heartbeat, a lullaby.

Embraced, at your breast,

I learn the dance,

I follow your lead.

©2016 Joann Nelander