“The love of a mama – they may never know”
It’s hard to explain – the love of a mama
They may never fully know
The love of a mama is as deep as any human love
It seems to stretch beyond comprehension
You loved them before they were a “them”
You loved them when we thought “they” may never be
You loved them even though biology seemed against us
You loved them enough to persevere through every pain
You loved them when the idea meant surgery
You loved them when it meant acupuncture
You loved them when it meant injections twice a day
You loved them when IUI’s failed each time
You loved them so that the California dream might come true
You loved them enough to skip-out on work for two weeks
You loved them enough to spend thousands for “the chance”
You loved them so much to skip working-out for months
You loved them to keep the injections coming twice a day
You loved them even before we knew
Then the sonogram happened…
And we knew they were a “them”…
You, like every mama before you endured the sickness
You cared for your body and watched what you ate
You watched as “they” slowly came to be
You marveled as their personalities grew in the womb
You endured Braxton Hicks and Food Poisoning
You got “bedsores” while you worked from the hospital
Surprisingly they came when you didn’t expect it
9 weeks early on an icy Tuesday morning
You were scared – not for you but for them
You loved them more than they could know
It’s hard to explain – the love of a mama
They may never fully know
The love of a mama is as deep as any human love
It seems to stretch beyond comprehension
You loved them before they were a “them”
You loved them when we thought “they” may never be
You loved them even though biology seemed against us
You loved them enough to persevere through every pain
You loved them when the idea meant surgery
You loved them when it meant acupuncture
You loved them when it meant injections twice a day
You loved them when IUI’s failed each time
You loved them so that the California dream might come true
You loved them enough to skip-out on work for two weeks
You loved them enough to spend thousands for “the chance”
You loved them so much to skip working-out for months
You loved them to keep the injections coming twice a day
You loved them even before we knew
Then the sonogram happened…
And we knew they were a “them”…
You, like every mama before you endured the sickness
You cared for your body and watched what you ate
You watched as “they” slowly came to be
You marveled as their personalities grew in the womb
You endured Braxton Hicks and Food Poisoning
You got “bedsores” while you worked from the hospital
Surprisingly they came when you didn’t expect it
9 weeks early on an icy Tuesday morning
You were scared – not for you but for them
You loved them more than they could know
1 comment:
Very sweet. This is the poem that D gave me on my very first (and long awaited) mother's day. All worth it.
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