 The baby’s cries break the stillness of the night. His little fists flail as his mother unwraps him and changes the soiled strips of cloth for fresh swaddling bands. She pulls him closer and coos softly to quiet him. The rustle of hay in the stalls...the lowing of cattle...the pounding of hooves in the dirt are the music of a lullaby. She strokes his velvet cheek. She smiles into his pinched, round face and marvels at his newborn perfection. “Beautiful boy,” she whispers.
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December 2022
AuthorSandra Grace was born and raised near Moncton, New Brunswick. It was there she began her writing, tapping out stories for her children. |
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