Mother.

To be a mother

A picture of deep, imperfect love.

Giving your very self

In honor of growing

A new person.

Some ache for it

Wait and wait and wait

An ever elusive treasure.

Some are bestowed this gift

Only for that child

To be taken away.

Some endure physical destruction

To bring their child forth.

Perhaps this child grows to

Ignore all they were taught

Leaving only heartache

We see you today

Mothers whose story

Has turned out so differently

Than they had hoped.

To be a mother is to know

Joy

Pain

Loss

Courage

Sacrifice

Elation

Mother.

Your life is a beautiful poem.