Chapter 7:

Early Motherhood: The Tender Bloom

The Tender Bloom

The tender bloom of motherhood, a delicate grace,
A symphony of emotions, on this sacred space.
The newborn sleeps, a peaceful sight,
As the mother watches, with all her might.

A love so profound, a bond so deep,
As the mother cradles, while the baby does sleep.
The days unfold, a tender embrace,
In this sacred space, at their own pace.

The tender bloom of motherhood, a delicate art,
To nurture and guide, with all her heart.
Feeding and soothing, a gentle touch,
Loving and cherishing, oh, so much.

The Joys of Motherhood

The joys of motherhood, a sweet embrace,
A love so profound, in this sacred space.
The first smile, a radiant beam,
A love so deep, a cherished dream.

The first coo, a gentle sound,
As the bond grows stronger, all around.
The joys of motherhood, a sweet delight,
As the mother watches, with all her might.

The days unfold, a tender grace,
In this sacred space, at their own pace.
The joys of motherhood, a sweet embrace,
A love so profound, in this sacred space.

A Love Unconditional

A love unconditional, a bond so deep,
As the mother watches, while the baby does sleep.
The tender bloom of motherhood, a delicate art,
To nurture and guide, with all her heart.

The joys of motherhood, a sweet embrace,
A love so profound, in this sacred space.
A love unconditional, a bond so deep,
As the mother watches, while the baby does sleep.

The days unfold, a tender grace,
In this sacred space, at their own pace.
A love unconditional, a bond so deep,
As the mother watches, while the baby does sleep.