Motherhood

 

 

After years of being taken care of

Of being a child

Of being your mothers daughter

You suddenly find that you have also become a mother

 

No planning or teaching can prepare you for that day

When you first hold your child in your arms.

You look down at the tiny person put in your arms,

You look at the face, the fingers and toes.

You touch the skin, and hold it close.

You close your eyes and say a silent prayer

That God has seen both of you safe through the pain and tears.

 

Sleepless nights, worry, tears and fears

These are just a few in the early years,

Pain and strain go hand in hand

When your little one begins to stand.

 

Every fall every cry feels like someone stabbed you with a knife

Throughout the years you feel the same

And it will continue throughout their lives.

Like a never ending game

 

They will grow and change your dreams,

Challenge your words and sometimes scream

But whatever they do you continue to love

What can beat a mother’s love?

 

You defend them from friends and enemies

Help them as best you can

Train and guide is all you can do

Show them that they have God beside them too

And when your job is good and done

You smile when they make you a Gran.