mom

Nothing is more powerful
Than a woman giving birth
The universe brews in her womb
A baby born from Mother Earth

All of that time nuzzled inside
Joined through a life-giving tether
Is what makes childbirth as ancient
As a bird losing its feather

When babe is placed into her arms
Mom connects with the little one
A coo, a cry, a little look
She can sense what needs to be done

The sacred title of Mom
Holds in it the greatest of gifts
A child to whom one looks
In a world that constantly shifts

Others' needs are the first ones met
This means that moms are often last
She may need a break the most
Yet, is the least likely to ask

Moms push through no matter what
Sometimes buried with self-doubt
Because building up her family
Is the thing she cares most about

Moms construct everything with love
Futures, lunches, even mistakes
And although often lopsided
Her best attempt at birthday cakes

When mom appears on dreary days
A whole season of grey clouds
Scatter to make room for grace
Because mama still feels proud

There is no one quite like a mom
She is the heartbeat of a home
Does not matter how old one grows
Right back to mom, her children roam