Scarlet Ink

I slumbered in solitude but was never alone
as Mom cradled me from the inside out.
Her heartbeat; a murmuring so dear —
every rhythmic pulse; a sonnet,
and every breath; a ballad.
It was a labor of love
without pause,
until my first cry
broke through the silent air —
and with scarlet ink shared,
we wrote our first poem together.

© Roxi St. Clair

~ Dedicated with love, to my Mother.

About Roxi St. Clair

IT Professional by trade and Writer & Photographer for fun!

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