A mother waits, her eyes wet shining New life inside her, she feels the binding Her journey begins, in anticipation Growing in hope without hesitation A mother smiles,  pain of delivering This infant, this birth, memory remaining Her instincts are ancient, built in to her pores Forgetting the agony, she bonds and adores A mother cries, her heart almost breaking There is so much more, for her, awaiting Pathways unfolding in waves of mystery Walking them all, learning from history A mother waits, prodigal child returning No way of connection, just belief in the knowing That blood will always remain … Continue reading A mother waits