Mother and Daughter

Through the storm of breath and bone, The weight of life caught in rhythm, A crescendo of labour, fierce and unyielding, She bore the ancient pain. Then relief, a release, the cutting of the cord, A thread severed yet forever entwined. Skin to skin, a warmth shared, Soft, fragile, yet strong as iron forged anew. Her eyes opened, tiny mirrors of promise, Reflecting on a world of wonder she’s yet to see, Mother's heart swelling with both fear and hope, Each beat a prayer, each pulse a vow. In that sacred gaze, a silent promise, Of hands held tight through dark and light, Of dreams cast forward, one lifetime shared, Mother and daughter, a journey just begun.