To be a Mom
Is like a daily sunrise
Every day unlike before
But a new beginning
For new lessons
To be a Mom
Is to forego self
No longer self absorbed
But nurturing another
A birth and rebirth
To be a Mom
Is to unearth hidden strength
Strength never before perceived
Awake for baby, hungry for baby
Every emotion shared with baby
To be a Mom
Is a deeply fulfilling experience
A Gift from God Almighty
To Woman
Because She was made for This
Miss Shelly
I call her
For she’s spared these eyes
A humbling moment
I hope that I too
Will someday be a Miss Shelly
She’s clothed in dungarees, blonde hair in a messy bun
She cradles her wee one, who’s also matching her khaki jacket
Miss Shelly
Ever so protective
Very much the doting mother
She loves on her little one
And me? I watch
Till his eyes meet mine
Baby chuckles in delight
What a wonderful sight to behold
Ah Miss Shelly!
She’d do anything for him
She’d put herself last
Miss Shelly, go on and be blessed
And I can’t help but think
Of all the purest connections
My eyes have made
With the very young and innocent
I wish they’d remember
I wish that, this could someday make them smile
I wish they’d know, how for a few minutes
They had made a stranger’s day
When you know, you know
Unmistakable synergy
The senses relaying,
The tragic news
But it’s the switch
The transition, the click
The crossover
Immediate and sudden
Burden is delivered
Guilt casts over
The silent ache, reverberating
This, the soundtrack to the loss of child
Lush orchids
Something about raindrops
Pelting at them
Like a bond forged
Out of the blue
Complementing each other
Soft kicks
Beating at this cocoon of love
Such a precious bundle
A bond like no other
Here to stay
Connected for all of eternity
Wee one, rocking in my arms
You are before my own
Unconditional love as this, you wouldn’t see no harm
My baby on loan
Hold onto me as I sing to you
Chuckle, grunt, be free
I’d be that too
You are here before my own
Coo at me, smile a river’s breadth
You mightn’t remember times as this
But you’ve molded me nurturer
Practising for when my own seed is sown
Crying to the world you arrived
Your heartbeat, her favourite song
Growth be tardy, she desired
So to be by you, gone never too long
Who’s loving you tonight
Don’t you feel lonely ever
Mama’s here to hold you tight
That special lady, like no other.
Crying to the world when she departed
Her heartbeat silent, a sad song
Growth be tardy, you had desired
So to be by her, visits never held off too long
Who’s loving you tonight
She watches over you forever
Till you someday grace her sight
That special woman, like no other.
She’s pretty and quite an old lady,
That’s my Mama!
She does the hardest job ever with such grace,
That is She!
She’s the best, She’s the most beautiful, She’s the ever-caring, She’s an Optimist
She’s my mother, and I will love her forever.
She’s a full-time chef,did you know that?
She’s a doctor, she’s a nurse,when I’m sick she makes me feel better
She’s all these wonderful people, all in one!
My Mama has super powers, and I’ve always been intrigued!
She talks with her eyes, she recovers the things I never find.
There’s only one person up for this, and that’s my Mama!
For nine months, she carried me! A package of trouble and mischief 😉
But she still called me the most wonderful gift she’s ever had, that’s My Mama.
So today, I share this tribute, to the most beautiful(I won’t stop saying that) woman in my life, the glamorous and
elegant, the kind and soft hearted, the peacemaker! She is TINA 🙂 that’s my Mama.
DEDICATED TO ALL MOTHERS IN THE WORLD 🙂
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