A MOther... I am.

When you weren't around I yearned for holding your little hands, caressing your vibrant forehead and tickling your tiny feet. I loved you when you were not even a teeny dot, in my dreams. I thought of you when nothing material and earth-like surrounded your playful soul. Such is the love God deposits in our hearts; such is He, love and love throughout.

Touch me, and make me know,

It’s not a dream, I am in,

Your presence, your whimper,

My world it is, my world complete.

So sweet, so pure,

so heavenly to be true,

in me, you were,

by God kept,

a pearl in a shell,

so secure!

With desperate words,

I had asked HIM for thee,

how desolate sans you,

life would have been.

Today when I hold you,

kiss you,

no pleasure can equate,

this moment, so divine!

God!

Generous Thy art, plenty!

A mother of me….

with LOVE,

Thou crafted!!