A mother’s heart

The heart holds on forever,
though distance intervenes,
of mind or the material;
of all that comes between.
A mother’s heart is constant,
the bond in blood long-drawn,
and endless silent moments,
before the child is born.
There can be no escaping,
the ties which will endure,
beyond the rifts of time thought ;
beyond the depths of pain.
In hidden chains of love and hope,
connection is ensured,
and it will hold eternal;
though life and time demur.
Beyond the visible and known,
the two remain as one,
expressions of the miracle;
a woman’s gift and curse.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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