I hear a voice call to me
My child, I hear him weep
Mommy come and hold me
In your arms where I can sleep.

A bad dream my precious one?
Never worry your Mommy is here
Holding my baby in my arms
Safe from harm and fear.

A Mother's arms a safe haven
To children no matter their age
Always ready and waiting
To comfort the sorrow or rage.

Always remember my precious child
Mommy's arms are never rare
They open wide to hold you
With tender, loving care.

©  Ginny Bryant ~ 11 August 2005

 



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