A poetic journey through my mind

Mother

Swelling, growing, life within,

Kicking thrusting hidden limb,

Tracings under rounded middle,

Madonna, smiling, just a little.

 

In potentia, the child,

Soft and sweet or bright and wild,

Rough and tumble, party dress,

Peaceful time to sit and guess.

 

Knowledge gained, the plans begin,

Dream the life so deep within,

Dream the hearts that pulse as one,

And yearn toward tomorrows sun.

2 responses

  1. wonderful

    March 24, 2013 at 6:13 pm

  2. I love this…thank you. ♥
    Peace

    March 24, 2013 at 6:26 pm

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