Mothers
Babies hear their mother's voice from the womb,
forming a bond that will last a lifetime.
When a fetus stretches and kicks for room,
Mom's voice overrides anxiety's climb;
sowing seeds of love that in time will bloom.
When your Mom's beating heart is all you feel,
you feel its rhythm pulse throughout your body.
And although that beat may seem surreal,
it comforts you, nourishes your body,
and keeps your soul tethered to what's real.
Mom is love, hope, and trust rolled into one;
a nurturing influence in your life.
For a mother's love cannot be outdone;
different from that of husband or wife,
it is reserved for a daughter or son.
Family supplies all a baby needs,
father gives them strength; mother gives them love.
And therefore, there's nothing more guaranteed
than a mother's love, much like God above,
her greatest desire is that you succeed.
Nothing can prepare you for that feeling
of helplessness, felt watching your Mom die.
Your grief's palpable, leaving you reeling;
and your impulse is to curl up and cry,
while time tends to a wound; slow in healing.
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