A gift of love

There  in the nursery a mother stood;  slowly rocking, slowly rocking.  In her arms a bundle, asleep.  The mother thought of all of the times that she took these moments for granted in months gone by.  Never again.  For they are too few now.  The mother gazed at the beauty cradled in her grasp.  Such peace.  Such love.  Such love.  Emotion that overflows and can’t be written.  Emotion that can’t be understood except through the sisterhood of another woman who has been equally blessed.  A gift.  A gift of love.