PASSION

They say there is no greater passion than to give your life for another....Motherhood...in it's most glorious form...does that as well.

I was you before I became myself.

Your breath was my breath,

Your heartbeat, my sustenance.

You were my home, my warmth

My essence and my life.

Before I ever saw you

I knew you.

The sound of your voice

Was my music

The sway of your walk

My dance.

You were my world.

 

It starts with you.

 

From the moment…

That first agonizing and

exhilarating moment when

I lay upon you naked

In my new awareness…

No longer comforted by

Your warmth

Or soothed by the sound

Of your beating heart!

My comfort and solace were gone.

 

And then you spoke.

 

The music that I longed for

Once again filled my ears.

That most glorious and symphonic

Music!

 

I knew I was home.

 

Now that I am grown and

Far removed from that day we first met,

I know a passion differently designed.

In various ways, perhaps, it has surrogated

Those elementary needs.

 

Times or moments occur, however,

Where the void is so profound

And so darkly shadowed that only

The brightest of passions can fill it…

And there is only ONE.

 

It is that passion that is selflessly given

A daughter…

 

…from her MOM!!

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Gaiamethod]

Lovely poem, nicely written. I have five daughters and a grandaughter so this touches home very much.

[Dezaraye]

This is an incredibly beautiful piece. I love the sentiment and your descriptions. This is what I long for with my mother and hope to have with my children when I become a mother. Very touching.

[Ken Simm.]

I remember this but I don't remember it being this good. A wonderful paen to the world of our children.

[Samuel Dickens]

A lovely, touching tribute to your mom. The importance that mothers play in our lives cannot be over-emphasized.