As Only a Mother Could
When I looked into your tiny moon face
for the very first time, I knew this moment
was as fleeting as a newborn baby’s dream,
that never again would your breath
be this soft or your soul so unblemished,
that never could I protect you from
all the monsters in the offing…
the fallen bicycle and the chipped tooth…
the bully on the playground and the tears…
the unrequited valentines…the broken heart…
the job promotions that never came
and the numerous projects that failed…
and would you ever know the rapture
and the terror of gazing down at
the perfect little face of a child of your own?
And then I gathered your perfect little self
into my breast and held you close ---
held you as only a mother could.
By Lisa Lindsey
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Incredibly written. Thank you for sharing.
Kathy J Parenteau
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