Motherhood

Year of twenty fourteen changed me
 a baby with a baby
Although your cherished endlessly
Motherhood is scary 

This little person 
New to life
My emotions overbearing
Nurtured with a newfound
Love, protectiveness and caring 


 Nothing means  more to me 
You really cant compare it . 
A woman who im proud to be 
When i become your parent
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Al-Khalili Avatar
August 16, 2024 at 9:37 PM
My soul can't wait for the day to have my own kid. Just not sure when it's going to happen. This poem feels me with a sense of goodness, but the pit to my stomach wonders how will they grow and age. Many blessings upon your way. Short but sweet poems, I love 'em.
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace