Above and Beneath

Poems and Things

By Rachel Wrathall

The setting sky as creamy as butter,

glides over a new mother.

In awe rolling her baby,

her eyes are fixed on the gravy.

 

Little eyes looking up at her

remind her again that he’s there.

Blessings above and beneath, it seems

are whispers from him that he cares.

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