Nurturing.

nothing can be defined by the gravity of her hold,

beneath the fold,

of love untold, hiding away the pain and woes that envelop her hold

Loving,

no depth no height no sky scrapper can go beyond her love

so magnitude, and ever flowing,

are her arms as they wrap around me,

grounding me from all the unknown,

transforming me into a woman,

one of her own.

Mother.

someone who goes beyond,

nothing is like her precious love.

Many without children, but they still are counted amongst, those amazing mothers

who we deeply love.

Happy Mothers day

©DianaKolawole.Design

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