Motherhood

It is every color I have yet to see

Quantified echoes of beauty

It is deep pain in hard places

Conversations sewn together

When no one is ready to talk about it

It is every tear shed at 6 p.m. on Sunday

Not ready to go home

It is every countdown to summer

Stay with me here

It is a laughter that leaves us breathless

A happiness emitted from within

Hands cupped over my chest

Please don't escape from me

It is every broken piece of life

Held together with prayer

Bombarded with kisses and

Never let me go

Hugs

It is the richest blessing

I have ever received 

This poem was inspired by a question that was posed at bible study about what Motherhood meant to us as we learned about Mary and her great sacrifice.