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When I became a mother, tremendous joy filled my heart,
But little did I know about this journey at the start.
I thought I knew what Love is, even Love profound,
With every cry and coo, every babbling, baby sound.
All my protective instincts kicked in naturally
And giving was a pleasure to my child, especially.
My heart was filled with Love to a degree without scope.
Everything of myself I invested in the center of my hope.

All the times when my child was so sick and listless;
Although I did all I could, I felt completely helpless.
Then all the worldly woes my child would be subjected to,
Like in school, the bullying, they'd have to suffer through;
All the cruelties of life a mother would gladly take on
To spare her child grief and sorrow, a mother woebegone. 
All the sleepless nights don't end in their infancy,
They're just the prelude to all the years of worry yet to be. 

When the teen years roll in though and on into early adult,
Mother becomes rather unimportant, is blamed for all the fault.
Suddenly the mother becomes stupid, the teen knows everything
And feels embarrassed when mother, along with, they must bring.
Many hurtful words are said that stab and bleed a mother's heart,
But unconditional Love remains though her heart is torn apart.
Still, her child is her child to Love, to guide, protect;
Harm her child and mother's wrath one won't wish to resurrect.

When one becomes a mother, there are years of sacrifice;
This role is for life and can't be bought for any price.
Each memory she cherishes, sustains her when she's forgotten.
Still she'll never trade for anything a child she's begotten.
A voluntary position with demands like no other role,
A mother signs on for, for life to always Love another soul.
I thought I knew what Love is, even Love profound,
Until with motherhood I was blessed and forever crowned.

When I became a mother and a life was trusted in my care,
So much more I understood for it's then I became aware
Of all my Mother's endless Love, multiplied by ten.
As a mother, from a mother, I've learned what Love is time and time again.

Entered in 'Non Romantic Love - Poetry Contest'
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
2018-04-07
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