The sun rose before
Dawn. Our kitchen
Was the warmest room in the house.
Steam ascended from its
Heavenly base, its vapours
Drew a weightless mass of
Of ecstasy from mother and child.
Silence stifled a symphony of
Emotion, as the two of us
Cradled our coffee cups,
Suspending them in mid air,
Hoping to define
If not confine
Such infinite joy.
The lights were dark,
Brimming with luminosity,
Brilliance and billows of
Motherly love
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