𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕋𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙

They say, "touch of a mother's hands to the child is precious." 

As she looks at her child with stars in her eyes,

Couldn't believe that she created this life,

She touches the baby with her fingertips,

Afraid to scare the little one she didn't make any noise.

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