(During the month of February, I plan to write about different kinds of love.
Thanks for reading. I look forward to your thoughts.)
What a surprise to feel that pull on my heart,
Maternal instincts beyond my control.
Men can have those feelings, too.
But my heart, soul, and body,
Were in it for the long haul.
The intoxicating smell
of soft downy heads
Embedded a bond
And adolescent dramas
When I wondered who took my son
And twisted his devotion into gnarly knots?
Who hitched my girl to a marathon ride
On that emotional roller coaster
Without my permission?
Yet they both survived
the bullies and angst
To grow stronger,
To fly solo.
I open my hands
To. Let. Them. Go.
But my heart strings
Stretch across the miles
Through darkness and light,
Because a mother’s love never ends.