Such a deep feeling at the shore
Wakes up my cold heart to recall-
At the sight of the sea‘s crest and trough-
What a big heart we might need to be a woman!
Not a mere woman but a mother-woman:
Whose heart can pump blood to the gold in utero,
Whose spine can support the weight within,
Whose brain can bear the load of querries within,
Whose back can give warm-solace to the newborn,
Whose boobs can feed the new miracle ad lib,
Whose goal remains steadfast: to raise a living hero,
And to die in the caring arms of loving children!
Meshack Dasco
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/motherhood-a-mother-s-pains-turn-pride/
