nothing more charming:
her daytime cooing responses
nothing more satisfying:
our silent rockabye bounces
like swinging in a hammock
those irresistibly sober stirrings
crystallized me like manna
fell from heaven, sustaining—
slow and steady to aid digestion
and provide comfort, affirming
all the bouncing, rocking, swinging
she, ensconced; I, ensconced:
soothing, calming—enthralling
had to get it out or burst—
nothing more satisfying than
her cooing responses,
except for the joy at having
a soundly snoozing baby
Copyright ©️ selmamartin2025
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Add a few wrinkles and grays to the image below and pretend that’s me: ensconced in the miraculous moments I was given.
An American Sentence:
“All the physical footage of their stay resides only in my mind.” ~ Selma
Thanks for reading my friends.
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A touching poem about the joys of motherhood, Selma. ❤️ The 6-word story reminds us to enjoy those precious childhood years.
Ohh so touching Selma..I could imagine your joy ❤️😍
Aww ❤️❤️
Nothing better than a sleeping baby. Love the rhythm of this, Selma
Love this, your grandchild will too when she’s old enough. Maggie
A beautiful and heartfelt poem Selma.
Isn’t that the truth. 🥰 Thank you for the sweet share, reminding me of those precious moments, when the world stopped in a most delightful way. 💕
Nice & heart touching poem, Selma. I love the rhythm of this words written you.
That was beautiful, Selma!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com