She carried us for nine months, Her body nurtured us, The many days of feeling sick, She took without a fuss. And though she hadn’t met us yet, She had an instant bond With the little person of whom she was Already very fond! As soon as she knew that we were A tenant in her womb, Her thoughts were only thoughts of us, And meeting with us soon! The day she learned that we were there, Her life was changed forever, Her every act, and thought and choice Would involve her new, beloved treasure! Now everything she ate or drank was given special thought, And everything that she now did was as she was, a Mom To be, a person filled with love, concern and utter dedication, To a brand new human being who very soon would come To fill her heart with happiness, add meaning to her life, For there is nothing else on earth That means as much to her as those entrusted to her care, And for whom her true devotion will always be right there. Until she became a Mom, and held this little one, She knew not the extent of love That she was capable of, She then realized a love unlike what she’d ever known, A love that cannot be described by just “infinity”, For that wouldn’t well express the nature of a love That could fill the universe with all its galaxies, And yet a love that’s kind and pure, and gentle as a dove. And as her family grows and grows, somehow, amazingly, That same extent of love applies to each child, magically; For a Mother’s love just multiplies ,and seems to replicate, So that each offspring that she has is treasured equally. A Mother will do anything to take care of their needs, Make sure that they are brought up well, Educated, decent, and sincere in words as well as deeds, And as good social human beings with caring that excels. To be realistic, though, and see things as they are, We know that’s it’s not perfection, or Utopia by far, For as with all in life there are times that challenge one, But a Mother never wavers in her love, and even goes beyond. As her determination is for her always to be true To the privilege and trust with which she has been Blest, To stay the course, and be the best that she can possibly be, A beacon on the lighthouse of life for her children, her family. And yes, we know, we will admit, no one is perfect, none, Many mistakes occur along the way, in choices that she makes, For no Mother knows it all, but day by day she strives To make a better life for all their sakes. It would be true to say that her own reward would be To see herself, for her devotion and true love, Her children’s peace, health, good lives and characters, And true happiness, with guidance from Above. © Copyright by The Poet Way
