The sun soaked mist
sings of a soft lullaby,
Bringing whispered ripples of peace
To my heavy heart.
As dusk covers the Earth,
Heavy fingers hold close a
Warm, tattered blanket of healing colors.
So I can tuck you in.
And when the moon rises,
The stars will sprinkle stardust
down upon your precious fighting spirit.
Magically mending my little one.
Words and Image by Magical Normal Life
This is lovely! So touching and heartfelt.
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Thank you. It is a poem to my daughter who is fighting cancer. Her prognosis is excellent, however it is still hard. Like all moms, I wish I could magically make it go away. Thank you for always being so encouraging. 🙂
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So very beautiful.
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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🙂🌎
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