Birthing Mothers
Your place, no one can take.
Nature’s way
To guarantee unconditional love.
Sisters older, younger
Dotingly, grudgingly both,
Never miss a beat
To watch your back.
Daughters, nieces
Adopted girls,
You spark a love
Of pure adoration and awe!
Cousins, aunts, grandmothers
All partake
To share the special times
Uniquely ours.
Incidental crossings
By mentors, colleagues
Acquaintances, even strangers
Can leave those single memories and gems.
Last but not least
The girlfriend, the bestie.
You mother my soul,
For with you
I can rest and play
Cry and laugh.
For in life
We will always long
For the safety and nuturing
Of being Mothered.
Above photo curtesy of Pintrest, found by Jeanne, my friend.