Motherhood

Dreams and aspirations nurtured with love

Mouth gaping, the tiny mite reaches out Nestling into her bosom which aches with love For this fragrant form that she Instinctively protects, fiercely Forsaking all others, barring intruders A vacuum encircling mother and child Like a precious bloom, it flourishes Rich and full, wholesome, complete

Exhaustion is shrugged off like a shroud Worn stoically with grim monotony Loving hands guide and protect An endless source of sustenance, physical and mental A boiling-pot of remedies, solutions, goals and dreams Fuelled, stoked and re-stoked, time after time after time Stirring those dreams into life Watching them grow and mature into adulthood With pride, with love