To
be a mother
She
means more to you than you know.
She
is the first to understand you
You
move, and she smiles at the days ahead
Eagerly
counting down the days until
The
barrier of flesh and distance no longer
Keep
her arms from holding you
She
sacrifices more than you know
She
gives up time that once was hers
So
you would be complete
She
shares her heart with you
Sustains
you before you could
Brings
you, crying, into her world
Mother’s
tears are gems
Those
arms suddenly become more than arms
Their
presence meant you weren’t alone
From
fingers wiping away tears
To
tickling your soft skin
From
hands rubbing your back when you hurt
To
holding you close
Hands
are meant for loving
A
mother’s hands are also meant for comfort
She
gives hugs that are more than hugs
They
fill you with warmth
They
are arms of strength
They
are the medium by which
She
teaches you how to face life in the world
The
world is a far cry from the safety of home
She
doesn’t want to let you go
Yet
knowing she must for you to grow
She
teaches you that home is more than a place
It
is where your heart resides
She
knows you are not hers forever
That
you are a gift to her
And
a gift she must pass on to others as well
Mothers
are born in the heart
They
know when to adopt
Mothers
mean more to us than we know
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