Motherhood Week 10


Sometimes I cry just holding you.

These are a new kind of tears,

not born of sadness or joy.

It is my empathy towards your needs

and my absolute contentedness in meeting them.


One day soon you will have forgotten all of this,

each hug, my arms, my hold.

You will have nothing but your own heart and mind to satisfy.

And that is good.


I look in the mirror,

I am disheveled.

Without the time to brush my hair,

hair that grows with the same minutes as you.

I am slow, you are a wonder of evolution.


My complexion is strained from the intense focus

day into night,

my eyes weary and determined, 

full of the light of motherhood.


Our hearts meet on my chest

and a universe blooms.

I say I love you,

in your drifting slumber you sigh a moan of return.


I want you to be happy,

I want you to be fulfilled.

I must learn to accept that part of yours, and everyones, life is suffering,

and partly yours will be mine.

Motherhood week 10.