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In rocking chair, by candlelight,
With shadows drawn across the night,
My eyes beheld a tender scene,
That begged me not to intervene.
To mother's breast, the newborn clung
As lullabies were sweetly sung,
Their gentle motion to and fro
Held mesmerized, my gaze aglow.
A wisp of hair fell 'cross her face,
Head tilted slightly, bowed in grace;
With lilting voice, I heard her croon,
The infant suckling, there in tune.
The heartbeats of the two entwined
As if to perfect rhythm, chimed,
While bathed in warmth of body heat,
They gently rocked to every beat.
I looked upon this sacred bond
In silence, as the morning dawned,
A witness to the wonders of
A mother’s sweet, endearing love.