Being Mother

. . . a love so fierce
thinking about it makes me want to shed tears
for being mother I am filled with many fears
. . . this love so fierce

Being Mother

. . . not defined by the birth I gave
nor the many books I read
. . . it is the countless nights I crept
into your bed and watched you as you slept

Being Mother

. . . the anxiety I hold
as my littlest person starts to unfold
a character yet untold as I watch you be bold
and pull a face at me as I begin to scold

Being Mother

. . . a feather light touch of infinity
a love so innate
a mystical bond
child and I . . .

Being Mother

. . . transcends all norms
and idealistic forms

Being Mother

Is, what it is . . .
Love. Hope. Fear. Anxiety.

Being Mother

. . .selflessness and courage

Being Mother

Is, what it is . . .
Me,
Being . . .
The best me
that I  can be.

Being Mother, a poem dedicated to ALL mothers, from my heart to yours.

xoxo – Chev