A child’s hand stroking
a soft peach-fuzzy cheek.
Nurturing, gentle, sacrificial,
life-giver, life-bearer,
adventurous, story-teller.
Made in the image of God.
Made in the image of Eve.
Her Creator she will laud.
His hands artfully weave.
A weaker vessel to declare,
inside of her a life to bear.
Outside of her a life to care.
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The Scenic Route 
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Stefanie, You did another good one. Love, Jennifer Matthews
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Thanks, Jen!
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This poem made me smile – it beautifully captures such a nostalgic feeling.
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So glad. Thank you!
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Very nice! I like it. Happy Mother’s Day.
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Thank you.
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I love how your poem can make me think of motherhood, when my children were younger.
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