Held tight in my arms,
Closer to my heart,
My child is snuggled in his dreams for the moment,
A moment for him is an eternity of emotions,
Bound by an untrained tongue,
He cannot share what it is that plagues or pleases him,
He relies on the mothers' intuition
Which is imbedded within my very soul
I have to decipher his needs and wantings
I have to translate the coos and gurgles
Into a language in which I can comprehend
I have to know his cries
From the high pitched to the muffled scowl
From this secret language amongst mother and child
I provide for him what it is he wants, needs,
And sometimes what he doesn't but should have
I think in the process of doing so
I am beginning to understand the roots of love
The ideal of love at least
We dream up such concoctions that seem so out of reach
But when it comes down to it
are they really that far-fetched?
All we ever want is some to know us
To know what we want
Without of having to say
Someone to be there to help us
Support us
Comfort us to sleep at night
Hold us close regardless
Someone to love us
Are we all seeking a mothers love
This idyllic love
Which surpasses all else