Child Mother
Child clutching a child,
Swaddled in emotions strange and new,
Comes home now, new life in her arms,
Seeking someone to turn to.
Trembling at the sound of crying,
Tears mingling with tears,
She wonders if she will ever cope
With these consuming fears.
But the infant demands nourishment
From a tender breast and wins;
And so a young mother is born
And their love affair begins.
© Christine Magee
