Love Poem of a Mama Bare

Needed

Honey suckle

a liquid love

So raw, so pure, and whole

Find sweet nourishment

for your body, mind, and soul

 

Skin to skin

eye to eye,

know that I would give my life

This body bears the scars to prove

you grew within my heart and womb

 

Bees can’t make anything so sweet

as the tiny little toes on your feet

I’m a student of your very being

Unashamed love

I am guaranteeing

 

I hold you close

Breathe in deeply

I need you to need me

Created for each other

God made me your mother

 

Bittersweet

the Growing stages

filling the pages

of my life

 

Your words unformed

are towers of joy and grace

You memorize my face

as I’m mesmerized by yours

 

Divine addiction

to this pure romance

Pain killing medication

inhale your innocence

 

Rocking, dancing, swaying

an orchestra of hearts is playing

Singing in harmony

a living legacy

 

I hold you close

Breathe in deeply

I love that you need me

Created for each other

God made me your mother

 

Like Robin Hood

doing so much good

A welcomed thief

tenderly pillaging

time, body, sleep and thoughts

A treasure sought

and found

Worth every tear and pound

 

Each breath and beat

and your body heat

are stacks of evidence

that providence

freely gives

the highest valued gifts

 

I hold you close

breathe in deeply

I know you still need me

Created for eachother

God made me your mother

 

The world obsessed

in a high speed chase

I confess

You inspire me

to slow down the pace

 

To live simple,

love longer

to plant a garden

weed and water

and to feed souls that hunger

 

I hold you close

breathe in deeply,

I need you to need me

Created for each other

God made me your mother

 

And when you’re all grown

have a babe of your own

I’ll still sing this song

 

I hold you close

Breathe in deeply,

I need you to need me

Created for eachother

God made me your Grand-mother

4 thoughts on “Love Poem of a Mama Bare

  1. Absolutely precious! You sing the song of your mother unable to put in words my very soul thoughts. The love for your grown up children never diminishes but can be uncomfortable because they no longer need you.
    (or so they think) I love you, my precious child! Thank you for my wonderful grandchildren who now bring me the same joy you continue to bring me.

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