Mother’s Love

I remember your butterfly flinches and your turning around as I slept with a body pillow to hug and protect my body; temporarily serving as your home. Your subtle internal responses to the sound of my voice, and the way you followed the comfort of my hand.

I remember the excruciating pain. But the instant you cried, and I held your febrile body, wrapped in a warm blankie, the joyful tears trickled down as the stitches of the open nest were being sown.

I remember your first bath, your first drive home, the first time your precious eyes squinted to get a glimpse of me.

I would lay on my back, your ear flattened to my chest, and would sing songs as I gratefully observed the miracle before me in awe.

Your flawless complexion, your tiny brown eyes, and every other inch of you was pieced and delivered to perfection. The twitching smiles, you silently shared, as your pleasant dreams made you giggle.

In that very identical moment, I vowed to always be there for you; despite the struggles ahead.

Hold on to my hand as you clinged to my finger with all of your might.

A mother’s love it is granted, unconditional too. I will always accept you through all that you do.

Published by notapeepbutlotsofpaper

A silent voice with lots to say. I speak with pens to stay away.

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