DON’T PUSH IT– AN ODE TO TO GENTLENESS AND LOVE

Don’t push it–
Don’t rush it–

If you wish
your shining dream
to manifest
on earthly plain,

think of the Mum
who takes her babe
in her arms twain
and sings quite soft,
for that’s the way
to send gray clouds aloft,
and bring a smile to the babe,
to make its day. . .

Instinctively
she absolutely knows
it wouldn’t be the way
to simply up
and ambush it,
rather than to gather it
with patient love,
as naturally a mother can,
so that she holds
and gently rocks it
in the warmth
of her arm folds,
and strokes
with sweetly smoothing hand
its back and face and belly
that act to soothe
and gently wipe away
the cares of baby,
with the very special way
she knows to touch it.

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