Doting wings a parent’s hands
To hold, wipe, lift and sooth
Under a blue pool-like sky
As children wobble and scoot
I hold your hand in silence
Mother to be, parent in waiting
Feel you pulsing in the sun
Held by older hands debating
Why into this world bring life
I risk it all for you my wife
© shaun patrick green 2014
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