The Immaculate Love

To Sarah and Lily Belle

There may not be

A love quite like

That of a mother

For her baby.

It is an immaculate love.

Clean and pure as the

Falling snow.

Solid and strong as the

Tallest, thickest wall.

The newborn’s whole hand

Could fit in Mommy’s pinky

And it is the tie

That binds forever.

Baby’s eyes lock on Mommy’s

And the connection is deep

And permanent.

Their love will never fail

And never wither or die.

For it is absolute and real.

It is an immaculate love,

That of a mother and a baby.

Unspoiled, inalienable, and holy.

Human words quail in its face

And sadness is easily defeated

By its beauty.

The smile of a newborn babe

And the wonder of its mother.

Form a bond and a love

Like no other.