A Portrait of a Mother's Love

In rocking chair, by candle light,
With shadows drawn across the night,
A vision of angelic form,
Beheld my eyes this wondrous morn.

A gentle motion to and fro,
Held mesmerized, my gaze aglow;
As lullabies were sweetly sung,
To mother's breast, the infant clung.

Enfolded tenderly in arms,
I watched, enraptured, by their charms;
For in the candle's light above,
'Twas portrait of a mother's love.

A wisp of hair fell 'cross her face,
Head tilted slightly, bowed in grace;
With lilting voice, she sweetly crooned,
As infant suckled, there in tune.

The heartbeats of the two entwined,
As if to perfect rhythm, chimed;
There, bathed in warmth of body heat,
While gently rocked, their souls did meet.

By candle's light, these angels shone,
Sweet miracle of sacred bond.

/Kit McCallum