On motherhood-

On motherhood-

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I remember when your tiny hands,
Found their home in mine,
With your body resting lightly,
In between my arms,
The rush each night for more milk,
And the tricks to quieten your cries,
I remember it like yesterday,
The day- you became mine.

And the first time you said mama,
When your feet first hit the floor,
Your first tooth and first tooth gap,
My Jaan I remember it all,
When you said you hated purple,
And we fought at the toy store,
How you’d make up, saying I love you,
My Jaan I remember it all.

But they say it is impossible,
Those nine months’ all that count,
They cannot call me a mother,
Since my womb was not your house.
But I’d give up the “mum” title,
To still have you in my life.
And as great of a job, is birthing,
so is raising a child.

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21 thoughts on “On motherhood-

  1. Wonderful job portraying the emotion that one would feel raising a child that is not their own. I believe my own mother would deeply resonate with this poem, as she and my father have now adopted two children. They are as much ours as they would have been if she had birthed them herself.

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    1. Thank you Joy! I’ve always loved the idea of adoption and hopefully someday (of course there’s still many decisions to be made before that) I Would love to adopt too.

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