When a Mother
My heart has come out of hiding.
forced out by giving love,
giving safety, receiving love.
Creeping and fearful at first
But out it came.
So frightening being responsible
to be in charge of little ones so fragile.
And I, the fragile one (though outsiders never suspect).
But little ones know
they sense the fear
they sense the love
they sense the parts of me broken.
And yet,
little ones have called me with tenderness
and have given me life anew.
Tears flow from the deepest well of my soul.
For love, for joy, for sorrow, for hope.
In hope, that in my mothering
I'm taken beyond I am
to I am becoming.
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