In Your Arms
Dedicated to my mother, Gladys Irene Sprathoff, 1919-2001.
You hold the baby with loving arms. Pressed against your ample bosom, there is only comfort and peace. This child knows it is safe, wrapped in the arms of love. This picture is so vivid, like I've fallen through a portal to another time when the world was young and brighter for your being in it. That is the way it always was, from your early days until your last. Everyone knew you loved the little ones and they loved you. Even the most fretful child felt secure when you took them up and sang soft and sweet in their ear. Young mothers were always grateful when you worked your magic. Your smile and kind chatter worked on them all, and many a time you were a happy distraction for a cranky toddler whose mother was at the end of her rope. In one way or another, you are always in my thoughts, but today is a little different. Today would've been your birthday and I can't help but think how thrilled you would be to know your first great-great-granddaughter will arrive in a few short months. I imagine you holding her close, sending her into the world wrapped in love, smothered in kisses, safe in your loving arms.
Elise Skidmore ©2022
Happy Birthday in heaven, Mom. I miss you every day.
