20/05/2022
Being a mother is wearing your heart outside of your body
For the rest of your life, maybe more
It’s joy and worry and heartache and fear all mixed in
like a wonderful kaleidoscope of love
So many colours
Being a mother is bearing the weight of a thousand rocks
On your shoulders, every day
Yet we would bear those rocks and more, gladly
Given the choice
Again and again
Being a mother is laughter and noise and messy kisses
It’s soft hugs and salty tears to wipe away
Motherhood is joy like you’ve never known before
With pain and confusion
Am I enough?
Not being a mother is the hardest journey for some women to take
They would walk on glass, for eternity
To hold that little soul in their arms
Such grief
Such loss
Having a mother is a blessing not bestowed on all
She is your safe place, your anchor, your home
When she is gone, the world is amiss and you’d give
Anything you have and more
For one more hug
For the mothers, the daughters, the aunties, the carers, the foster parents
the teachers and anyone who takes a child into their hearts.
You are blessed, you are loved
You are celebrated
Today
Words by; Donna Ashworth
