Sanctuary of My Mind

Poetry and Prose will take you away, you'll be drifting between darkness and eternal moonlight...savage passion and reasonable love will sing their songs...flickers of happiness,embers of sadness...all you need to forget time is still ticking. (written by a reader)

Monday, March 12, 2007

Mother To A Child


Inside of you life begins anew
In nine months you will become a mother
Blessed with the gift of an innocent child
Brought to life in the grace of love
Everyday, the bond you feel grows deeper
It’s the manifestation of true love in its purest form,
A mother’s undying love for her child
Your body goes through a metamorphosis
But giving birth is about change, about renewed hope
The dreams we have for ourselves
We now have bigger ones for our children
On the day your child is born
Life will be never be the same again
You will become a mother
Trusted with the sacred duty of raising this child
There is no greater job of importance in the world
Than that of being a mother.


Jéan-Pierre, Dean

2-24-07…1:35am
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