December 08

Labour of love

I was afraid of the pain.
But I knew I would gain
a reward,
if I managed to do it.
I had to get through it.
Your eyes filled with tears
and I thought of the years
we had tried.

I drew strength from
your nearness.
But even you were not
fearless.
I could feel your hands shaking
while my body was making
its ultimate effort.

And then… she was there!
No longer a pair,
but a family of three.
I was afraid of the pain,
but your love sustained
my courage.

“Beauty is my child’s face.”*

Is there a more perfect sight than the face of a beloved child? Is there a more perfect feeling than stroking the softness of their skin? Is there a more perfect smell than inhaling their sweet scent as you envelope them in a tight embrace? These are some of the intoxicating wonders of motherhood. How I love to dwell on my child’s exquisite features, but no matter how long or how intently I gaze, the image is always changing. It is the nature of childhood.

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