Mother and child out for an early morning stroll, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
I hold her close, this daughter of mine,
I hold her close to my heart.
Lest something evil tear her away,
Or even tear her apart.
The pangs I endured when she was born
Were nothing to me, for love
Hopes and endures and believes all things,
Empowered by God above.
Poem © 2017 and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Childbirth”