As a child, known to every life born which is, colossal, universal, depth boundless, though wordless
familiar to all of us
as soon as we’re again held close,
to the beating heart we’d listened to as a fetus,
secure and warm, embraced
in the divinest of hands,
when love is sung as life, our world of her comprises.
A mother. Making a bond eternal with her child, so pious.
Even more, oh so much much more yet,
is spoken without words a language, untaught,
from the heart and soul, the purest
of which I hadn’t an idea, until I saw my child, giving birth to me, a mother, in an instant
as eventually now I learnt
the meaning of the song I little knew then, though the most pleasant,
when I was once carried still unborn.. of motherhood, that more than love I was loved it meant
that was the music all about,
unconditionally forever is what said to me the song of my mother’s heartbeat
NotesOfADrMom 