Bathed in the glow of fireworks,
Lighting up the darkness,
Sleepy infant clamped to breast,
A cocoon of quilts and closeness.
The sounds of the revelry of others,
Drifts through the window,
And the new year is welcomed
With a mother’s forehead kiss
And silent thanks
for moments like these.
Read short stories, random musings and poetry from Victoria Pearson, author of the Strange Stories series and A Tale Of Two Princes.
Thursday, 31 December 2015
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