Whispers

Mother and Child by Gustav Klimt

My precious child,
I see your face,
content in animated play.
Sit still by me;
I’ll slow my pace,
let’s capture rich moments today.

If I should blink,
you’ll slip away,
so I’ll store kisses in a jar.
Lock in my heart,
the sweetest hugs,
while whispered fate lures from afar.

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