Reflections on being a mom

1 November 2007

One word, precious
Life becomes.
A baby, a child
Love in your arms

Laugh for no reason
Cry at a smile
You own my heart
Beautiful child

Baby at breast
Connection untold
No other could know
The closeness it holds

Watching your face
For hours on end
Perfect in every way
Straight from God, you were sent

Tiny fingers
Bright blue eyes
My children, I love you
Without even trying

Holding little one
Exceedingly long
Although he sleeps
You sing his song

Checking in
Every hour at night
Just to make sure
She’s still all right.

The first of everything
Is amazing, at least
Can't even imagine
That I couldn’t foresee

With wonder and joy
Watch them grow
With expression, a smile
Personalities explode

A bond never broken
First gaze, mother to child
A warmth, never ceasing
From that very first smile

I’ll never feel so important
Than in being a mom
That from now till forever
My job will never be done

© T. Hilborn