Motherhood -M.B.

So small, so new...
So dependent, so sweet...

I look at you,
And I see myself,
Who I once was,
What I strive to become.

I look at you,
And I imagine you,
As you are now
Who, one day, you may become

And I can only hope,
The scars that transverse my skin,
Act as a shield, tested and durable,
Offering safety against this unfair world.

And I can only hope,
The cruelty I've learned through my existence,
Act as a longsword, tempered and experienced,
Offering protection against those who seek to harm.

So hush little baby,
Don't you fret.

Mama's innocence is long gone,
And yours will stay intact.
-M.B.

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