For Trish

She sings a lullaby
and cradles the child.
The sleeping
beautiful face
turned upward
and smiling gently
as she kisses
the tiny and wrinkled brow.
There are no words for it
and no other feeling like it.
There are so many fears
and hopes
and countless dreams.
And this word "love"
means promises
and peace
and more than one word
can ever hold.
It means happiness
and smiles,
tears and joy,
and "I'm here for you always."
It means mother and child
and one tiny heart
communicating to another
overflowing one.
May your cup runneth over
and know that we love you always.