Wrapped in love

The cloth wraps the newborn,
  in a veil of love divine.
After all the pain is over, you
  are left with sweet soaring.
Come down to cuddle at your
  breast, a most important
Enfolding and there is no end
  to child and human bound
Together in love's embrace.
  an important remembrance.
Of being held in wonder,
  anticipation of what is yet
To be, all a dream in time, then
  we forget. We forget we
Were loved because of words
  which wrap and tear us down.
The love is still there wrapped
  in protection from damage.
It is not meant to be, not this way,
  let it out, let it enfold others.
Let them know and remember
  this was how we were created.