August 10, 2018

One Love

Little one slowly drifting to sleep
As I move my hand
To gently lay her on bed,
My palm is grasped by two little palms
Daughter might have thought
Mumma should hold me for a while
Daughter might have felt happy
Holding on to me.
But, more than that,
The mumma got her mummas love through this little one
The mumma was assured that there are little humans who love holding her hand
The mumma was emotionally touched, may be, more than the little one

Let there be love.
Let there be one love.
Let love flourish.
Let love be experienced in every, many and various actions in life.

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