Writings and Witterings

Aching Arms


Aching Arms

The child in my aching arms reminds me,
Transports to another time and baby,
A babe so fine, a child of mine, beside
Me. Overwhelmed, overfull with bliss, pride.

Who can describe the emotion inside?
New mother for infant new and so pure,
Together for months yet a stranger, mine,
A meeting moment in physical time.

A mother can neither forget nor try
To capture the instant, brilliant joy,
The squeeze of the heart the tear in the eye
Of memory, precious, never to die.

Polly Robinson © 2012


2 thoughts on “Aching Arms

  1. ‘Together for months yet a stranger mine’, This hit home 🙂 Really cool.


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