Sunday, May 10, 2020


Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers and grandmothers.
A mother’s love, from which that first breath given
through pain and sacrifice, is a burden carried.
A burden cherished, a burden bestowed to women,
for no man’s heart for nine months so wearied. 

Cherished weight! When after that first breath taken,
with first steps, first words, first pains and cries,
Love grows as new instincts awaken,
And the young wife becomes the singer of lullabies.  

Then lilting songs once sung to tuck in bed,
Become hard lectures of how to navigate
An uncertain road we all must tread,
With fullest heart and a steady gait.

So, from that first breath until our last,
With trust, to mother’s love we hold steadfast.

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