Being Mother

Like a beautiful light shining amidst stars in the darkness, so is motherhood—

Happy Mother’s Day!

Aurora in our Jessamine back yard

Paradox

By Loretta Goddard

 

You are me—

I shed a bit of me

the day you were conceived.

I shed a hunk of me

the day you were born.

I shed a bucket

When you went to school,

Paper pocket in tow

I let you go

And split

In half.

The day we gave you away

You walked down the aisle

And out the door,

2 daughts gone

And I am a shell….

 

But

 

I felt a new spark

The day you were conceived.

I grew anew

The day you were born.

I delighted in life the day we,

Together,

Crafted your paper pocket for school.

You brought me a son

The day you walked

The aisle.

Heart overflowed when you invited me

Into your home

Around your table,

Dad and I,

2 new sons,

2 beautiful women…

 

I am More.

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