I know. What the heck am I gonna write on Mother's Day, right? Hopefully, something better.
For my Daughter When She's Grown
By Batsheva 12/26/09
Someday you may start to wonder,
What does it mean to be a mother?
So let me tell you now, my girl:
A state of being like no other
Your child is your universe
Your earth, your sun and moon
Oh, the ache that comes with knowing
She'll be grown and gone so soon
You do your best to be firm
Setting boundaries with love
But nonetheless sometimes you need
Strength and patience from above
When you have to scold or punish
You do try to make it clear
That she needs to learn these lessons
And that's part of why you're here
And when she cries, you hold her
Trying hard to make her smile
When your efforts bring forth laughter
That makes all your work worthwhile
You cook for her and bathe her
Give her shelter, clothes and toys
And as she grows, you worry
About everything. . . plus boys!
When she's small, you tuck her in
And snuggle every night
Story time and lullabies
'Fore turning out the light
And all these mommy moments
Fill your heart up like the ocean
And serve to make your childless life
A long forgotten notion
What does it mean
To be a mother?
Nothing more or less than this
To feel your heart beat
In your child's body
To give the world
For your little one's kiss
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Lovely. There is nothing like being a mother.
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