Motherhood

Motherhood starts in the raindrop.

Motherhood starts in the earth.

Motherhood starts in the laughter.

Motherhood starts knowing your worth.

Motherhood starts as belonging to the women

of the tribe.

Motherhood is the joy of the sunset.

Motherhood is being glad you’re alive.

Motherhood is in the watching

a garden grow and thrive.

Motherhood is not a season.

Nor a certain time of year.

Motherhood is the gentleness

the compassion of a heart

full of good cheer.

Motherhood is the contented smile

that comes across your face

when the work is all done.

When the children are fed, tucked into bed

And its your turn for a cup of tea

by the fireplace.

Motherhood is the light in the window

for the traveler who journeys far.

Motherhood is the heartache

as your sons and daughters

go to war.

Motherhood is the quiet whisper

Upon the evening breeze.

Knowing that you have done your best

Releasing the rest as their children gather

‘Round your knees.

Motherhood is the knowingness

that comes only in the song

Of joy you offer

While making bread.

The quiet peaceful loving

which goes into every step.

Motherhood is that long lonely vigil.

Knowing full well why the Master wept.

Motherhood is a journey.

Seemingly up hill all the way.

Motherhood is service in the rain drop.

Motherhood is giving every day.

Motherhood is that quiet moment

After you have given the whole house a scrub.

Before the children, the cats and the dog

Decide to bring the whole sandbox in

To create a huge ‘hub-bub’.

Motherhood is the guilty moment

When chocolate is your sin.

Motherhood is so wondrous.

Motherhood is a giving thing.

Motherhood a calling

Given to women by God.

Motherhood just is.

Motherhood was written in the stars.

(No wonder it is

an occasion for cigars.)

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