SHELLEY MARIE MATHER
Welcome	For Shelley Everything was planned, quite simple, step by step. And yet all plans were cast aside by events – by whose hand? It was planned – thought at least – a few weeks unwinding from the status of employee, adapting to a new role, moving into our own home again – no more flats. And then, the title PARENTS - Father Mother to be ours. The tiny seed of love, implanted growing, was caught up by the changes – plans and overtook. You were born to us – snatched untimely from your Mother’s womb with six weeks growing incomplete. We welcomed you. A wave of emotions washing over me. surrounding me, consuming me. An ecstasy, a syncopated thumping of my heart as I hold you, my precious little one. The warmth of your tiny body, head dwarfed by my hand as I press you against my breast – is life itself. So precious – so fragile. I tremble at the enormity of it and wonder at my frailty. I look at you with love, and somehow as if you can sense my fears, your whole being exudes an aura of strength and peace. I kiss you as a tear runs down my cheek.
John
Kathryn
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