by BG Jenkins © 2012
When babes are born, there is a joy
A mother’s heart proclaims-
A fluttering within the soul
At mention of his name.
The babe will lie in blissful arms,
Which long to hold him tight.
His face is stroked, his brow is kissed-
He’s stars, and moon, and light.
His silken skin, and joyful smiles
Will soul and spirit part.
No other joy on earth compares
Inside a mother’s heart.
I might also add…inside a grandmother’s heart.