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The Body Language of Motherhood
Her hands on hips— arms as handles, steadying the frame,
anchoring her impatience, calmly controlling the game.
Her stance, composed, yet defiant, as disappointment shows,
in the tilt of chin, a scolding glare, a brace to enclose.
She lets the tempest flare and roar, then quells the rage,
with her body commanding and coaxing - to persuade and assuage.
Her love keeps no ledger of what's been done right and wrong.
Her will, steadfast, long-lived, enduring, reliant and strong.
An eyebrow raised, a glance, a glare, can make bravado bend.
Her posture speaks before her tongue, calling disquiet to end.
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