From start to finish
A mother’s life is changed
Her body begins as a vessel
A warm, comforting cocoon
Enveloping and molding
The fragile life
It intends to bring forth
Her body continues
As glorifying sustenance
To nourish and support
The tiny, thriving creature
So dependent and needy
So blindly devoted
Yet so full of willful cries
Then that bond sadly breaks
Dependence is outside
Of both her body and control
This child, this creation
Now belongs to the overwhelming
Orphanage of the world
A mother’s role now changed
She is the leader, the protector,
Life guide of development
Meant to shape her child
Into Society’s art form,
Society’s human being
Functioning, thinking, contributing
To a world outside the womb
A mother witnesses
Physical and mental transformation
Her child growing, learning, living
Un-slowing, unstoppable
Each moment passed
Like a new, albeit similar
Form of her love, her soul
A mother never regrets
A child’s maturity
A mother relishes in pride
Over a child’s progress
But things past are always
Forever and always remembered
A mother’s gift
Is the memory of her child
The way he used to say ‘Mama’
The softness of his feet
The pouting lip
The smell of his head
And the contour of it
Resting in her hand
The look of his sleeping face
Angelic and peaceful
The tiny hand once gripping
The tip of her finger
Then a rattle and toys
Crayons and dirt
To pencils, paintbrushes
Books and bike handles
Always changing
Always grasping
The cycle of motherhood
Continues unabashed
A mother watches her children
Grow to be mothers, fathers,
Mentors and leaders
Mothering youth
Feeling the losses and gains
Belonging to those
We call Mothers
Written like a true poet. You are explaining motherhood in great depth, from your heart and soul.
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Mama
Thank you, mama. :) This was my reflection last mother's day.
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