A MOTHER’S HEART

A rose blooms for every soul born
the mother’s heart is a garden
expanding with each seed sown.

Her heart is never divided
into smaller portions, until it becomes
crumbs doled out to begging mouths.

Love is multiplied
and her heart is given whole
to each fruit of her womb.

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Here is my baby, my fifth child.  I am so thrilled at the way he grows and learns about his world.  At the same time, somehow, I miss the days when he was but a helpless infant.  The above poem came to me when he was but little.   It should not have been a surprise, but I was still struck by the truth that I love this fifth child as fiercely as I love my first (and every) child.

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18 thoughts on “A MOTHER’S HEART

  1. This is so precious, Imelda. I know that my heart often feels like it’s bursting with love for both of my children. They are grown up with children of their own now, but they’re still my babies. ❤

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