O’ my little one, holding my hand
without you, life would be so bland.
For me you symbolize all that’s grand
All else’s trivial, like a grain of sand.
When you were all but a tiny speck,
I watched you swim about, awe-struck.
I waited breathlessly to give you a peck
to have your little arms round my neck.
I watched with wonder, the first signs
of little eyes, ears, hands and spine,
of the life held within, with human twines,
you – my dream that grew within my confines.
Your treasured kicks that meant all good
enigmatic whispers under the hood.
I proudly nurtured you with my blood and food
O’ dear one, such are the joys of motherhood.
Yet, what do I say of the pains it took
now though it feels like ripples in a brook.
It almost felt like death was round the nook
Yet it all dissolved when you gave me a look.
O’ child, I’ve been a daughter and a sister
a friend, a wife and a granddaughter.
But as life surged ahead like a river
and brought you my little one, near
I realized, of all, I love being your mother.
Picture by Kathleen Coyle under CC license