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A Mother's Happy Cries

You daughter stirs as I enter you.  
She chirps her imagined story  
for an audience of dolls in the next room.
Her sweet voice fills our room as the  
same sunlight waking her  
paints your breasts with a glow.
 
I see pride in your eyes as we find our rhythm,  
remembering what you have made.  
I relax into your warm center and imagine her birth.  
“You are beautiful,” I whisper, and you smile.  
My head spins with the mix of your baby’s voice  
accompanied by her mother’s happy cries.
Written by LostViking (Lost Viking)
Published | Edited 3rd Jun 2023
Author's Note
A lover's husband left her soon after their daughter's birth. Though I was a little older, for a short time we were lovers.
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