Mother

An act of love, passion, desire, an

Intimate moment between two, but

Oh if the stars all align properly, perhaps

For a second or two, a

Tiny dot, an embryo is formed


A miracle of life really, that

This tiny little beacon of hope, grows

Inside you as you turn, a

Bud into a rose, a

Caterpillar to a butterfly, an

Embryo to a child, who is

Going to be lucky enough, to

Call you mom for the rest of their lives


Thank you for all your sacrifices, your

Blood, sweat, and tears, your

Unconditional, eternal love, your

Relentless maternal instincts, your

Sleepless nights, your worrisome days, for

Going to bed hungry so we could be fed, but

Mostly thank you for being our moms, from

An embryo to the end of time

S. J. Tavakoli

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