To the mother that is holding her baby close to her breast
Enjoy this precious moment as the years pass
You will know those were the best
This little life in your arms looking up at you
It takes all you have to give warmth and comfort
We instinctively answer nature’s call like the bird in the nest
But we are not driven by instinct we are driven by love
Love is not perfect for perfect love does not exist
The mother should know the child once grown
Will have a list of all she did wrong
The mother has her beautiful memories
From days long gone…..
Renate Dartois
Carrie Glenn, 4 months ago
Very beautiful Renate…you speak truth and from your heart. Thank you for sharing this work! ;)
Martin Derksema, 4 months ago
Beautiful honoust and heart-felt poetry.