Bonnie L. Halcomb-Weaver My Mother’s Lap

My Mother’s Lap

Bonnie L. Halcomb-Weaver

Two Long Limbs That Cradle Me, Warm Winds Blow On My Neck;

A Place Of Peace & Silent Words, It Holds Pain & Cries To Be Loved;

A Snuggling Place, To Fall Asleep In;

My Protection, A Shield From Evil & Wrong;

A Place I Love So Dear, It Is The Only Place For Me;

My Mother’s Lap….

Her Arms Are The Limbs, And The Wind Is Her Breath On My Neck, As She Bundles Me Close To Her Chest.