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| Mama's Brand |
| I spoke with my husband on the telephone today. "You really should try to come home right away." "Why?" I asked with fearing, watery eyes. "Things have changed." he said, "She no longer cries." I made it home with only the clothes of which I wore. My heart was beating fast as I approached my baby's door. I held her little head in the palm of my hand, brought her to my breast and kissed her...mama's brand. Mama's brand is mama's hand upon her baby's face and stroking the angelic hair all back into it's place. Mama's brand is searching the world for another little heart, to fit within the babe she holds, her perfect piece of art. In hope of finding her babe a brand new healthy heart, hers at the same time, was practically torn apart. She heard of a babe who wasn't born in a room, not warmed by a blanket, but with trash...found at noon. "What a waste." a voice whispered, "This heart was truly great!" "It was learning about love and never acknowledged hate." Just like the babe, of which, I held at my breast - and kissed her mama's brand, while her heart took a rest. Mama's brand in simply holding this tiny little heart, deep within my own...a place we can't depart. And while my heart is beating, I'll remember this one thing, that deep within mama's brand, a babe's heart does sing. Dedicated to mothers everywhere. |
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