A Mother's Heart

I don't know if there is a love so great between creatures as the love between a mother and her child,  in those first small moments of life. With only the bright, the harsh, the noisy world they have suddenly fallen into and that soft, gentle consolation - the all-encompassing embrace of mama, holding her child like her own heart.

She, all that child's world,
and that child, the whole world, simple and small in her arms.
Holding each other as there is nothing else.

I suppose today is about our mothers, those who held us,
hold us still,
and never let go,
forever and ever.
In oh so many ways we can only try to repay.

This is how we were born,
This is how we will die,
Small and simple,
In the arms of our mother.

Farther than we can reach or closer than we know, let's hold them back today,
and never let go.

(Happy Mother's Day Mama! Thankyou!)