Paradise. It is found in a mother's embrace


happiness at the smile and shine of her face


Surge of power at the encouragement of her words


Intellect at the acceptance of her wisdom


Selflessness and zeal at the prospect of protecting her from harm


There are few feelings as euphoric as the sound of a mother laughing


Likewise, few things are as gut wrenching as her crying


To realize she suffered like most but hid it from your infantile eyes


The realization that as a child, your words were full on pure honesty without a modicum of restraint in your words


The statement of pain as a question. The inherent honesty may hurt more than lies


And yet her refusal to give up in the face of several storms. A great accomplishment  


Such determination, teeth shining, smiling, eyes twinkling in the face of every deterrent


From the pain of childbirth to the struggle to give you the world


There is no greater parent


Understandably, you strive to repay  this boundless debt


You yearn to give her a fraction of the love, gifts, and strength you have been given since birth


You acknowledge this herculean task


But as you contemplate this insurmountable feat


Worry not, her love was not bought, it came with no receipts




Paradise is found at your mother's feet


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Aren't Mothers great y'all??? yes, they are. no question

Go tell your mamas you love them if they are no longer with us reminisce on your times with her

Then come back and criticize my poem. You're gonna have such a fun day

If you are a mother, know that you're a BAMF

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