A mother waits

mother and child

A mother waits, her eyes wet shining

New life inside her, she feels the binding

Her journey begins, in anticipation

Growing in hope without hesitation


A mother smiles, through pain of delivery

This infant, this birth, remaining in memory

Her instincts are ancient, built in to her pores

Forgetting the agony, she bonds and adores


A mother cries, her heart nearly breaking

There is so much more, for her awaiting

Pathways unfolding in waves of mystery

Walking them all to learn from history


A mother waits, for prodigal child returning

No way of connection, just belief in the knowing

That blood will always remain thicker than water

And inevitable return, of a son or a daughter


A mother heals, her hands are soothing

Life’s ups and downs, forever moving

Her guidance is given, asked or unbidden

Breathing new hope, so all is forgiven


A mother prays, her hair now greying

For all her children, the joy of living

Her home a sanctuary, with memories of past

And her heart, a gift to treasure and last


A mother loves, with care ever nurturing

Her task never over, and always continuing

This is her calling, her reason for living

A passion, a meaning and unconditional giving