MOTHERHOOD
My Mother had 9 babies only 3 survived and my eldest
sister died at 19 so this poem is dedicated to my Mother.
~MOTHERHOOD~
Life is a wonderful gift from God,
Full of wonders that are untold.
Living it to its fullest extent
And being happy and content.
Uncharted land never travelled,
Untold mysteries never resolved,
Giving birth to a baby newborn,
Is the greatest adventurer of all.
Greatest adventure has ever been told,
Is being a mother, a child to hold.
Beauty and dangers it beholds,
As the mystery of life unfolds.
Kris ~ Dreamweaver
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