The Bond

When
A child
Cries, a heart
Comes running, why?
To hold, to comfort
A distressed soul, keep close
The tiny one, very young.
Still so uncertain, wakes afraid,
Not knowing where he is, who he is,
How to feel different from this moment?
What can bring change, he has no control, just cry.
A sound to break a mother's heart, wake her from sleep
While all others lie in dreams. She will lift him gently,
Speak quietly
To soothe, calm him
She keeps him near,
He watches her,
Trying to see
Who mummy is!

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