Motherhood

If Heaven’s gates were opened wide
That all the world may come inside,
But God upon his glowing throne
Pointed his finger at me alone
And said, “You may enter,
But your children must stay.”
I’d shake my head and turn away.

What need have I of paradise
When motherhood has
blessed me twice.
More precious than jewels
Or valued than gold,
A child’s love that can’t be sold.

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This poem was accepted for an anthology