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Mama..❤️

Mama..❤️

Mama cradles her cherub in her arms and lays her in the wooden crib when she gently pulls the cloth over her tiny head and takes off her dirty bib

Then Mama kneels down on her hunkers gazing at her new born daughter..Tomorrow her little lamb shall be blessed with God’s pure holy water..
Her very own precious gift from God..she feels such an amazing pride and joy.. and amidst her memorable mindfulness she remembers her baby boy..

Happenstance had been so unkind to her so many times in the past but today Mama had gained strong strength from God and those fears were gone at last..
And yes she always prays to the Lord above each and every night
“Please dear heavenly Father make me feel alright.. Bless my little beautiful son..he is with your Angels up above.. tell him Mama dreams about him every single night and sends him all her love”

Well Mama has gently rocked her little one’s cradle and sang her such sweet lullabies as she smiled and heard her sleepy whimpering and closed her tiny eyes..
So Mama climbs into her bed beside her new born child and then she holds her hands together and whispers her prayers so hushed and mild..

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Jill Tait

Awww so pleased you think so Greg ❤️?❤️ It is raining here today so I am just sat solo creation imagination lol xxx

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