Mothers Love

 **Motherhood**

It begins like dawn, soft and unseen,  
a heartbeat hidden in the dark,  
a whisper under her ribs, a spark  
that blooms into something vast, and serene.
She carries worlds in her gentle hands,  
rocking and singing a lullaby tune,  
as stars fade out and the moon,  
she weaves love into fragile strands.
Nights melt into mornings, blurred and wild,  
as she soothes the fevered brow,  
and wonders who she’s becoming now,  
shaped by the laughter of a child.
Her heart expands with each small step,  
letting go with every mile,  
a journey told through tears and smiles—  
the art of holding and release kept.
Motherhood’s more than words can say,  
a thousand lives she gives each day.