Stormy PoeticJustice

She lifts him up,

his joyfully bouncing arms

only slightly smaller

than her own,

and holds him close.

He melts into the crook

of her neck

feeling just as at home

in her arms,

as in the arms

of his own family.

True,

he’s an easy baby,

but she is also an easy

mother

without ever having

given birth.

She holds him instinctively,

fingertips lightly grazing

his head,

brushing his cheeks,

and eliciting delighted

giggles.

She is beaming.

Her smile

lights up the room,

as I stand in awe of her beauty.