One of our Flowers

 

A Mother’s Love

You don’t know what you don’t know,

That is why babies are so innocent,

So real, so unfiltered, so honest,

They don’t know all the heartache,

There is nothing fake,

Although all are born with a sinful nature,

It has not revealed itself,

Babies are purely helpless,

Reliant solely on the love of a caregiver,

They cry because they need something,

A need, not necessarily a want,

Oh, the innocence of the baby,

So pure, so sweet,

It is love-at-first-sight when first we meet,

But there is an innate desire for independence,

It should not worry or offend us,

While they conquer the world in their own way,

We are there to guide them, lest they go astray,

They learn; they grow and soon we will find,

They are now a part of all humankind,

On their own, no longer “ours”,

Yet in the gardens of our life, they are one of our flowers,

To grow a helpless baby into a kind, loving adult,

Is to be truly blessed as a result,

I am blessed with three young men,

Whom I still love now, like I loved then,

Tammy Harvey

Written:  1/16/2021

"Mothers hold their children's hands for a short while, but their hearts forever."- Unknown