As a mother it must be so hard watching your child grow up—wishing they could always stay so little. They will always be your babies, and when the world is mean you are the one to remind them whose they are. Inspired by the lyrics from “Baby Mine.”
Baby Mine
Baby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, baby of mine
If they knew sweet little you
They'd end up loving you too
This my original “Baby Mine” acrylagouache painting.
Paper:
acrylagouache on 100% cotton cold press watercolor paper.
Shipping:
Print will be wrapped in a clear cello sleeve and mailed in a rigid mailer. Please allow me 3-7 days to drop your order at the post office.
Colors may vary due to monitor settings.
Borderless, does not come with frame.
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