That inside of me was the mark of God.
A tiny little miracle about the size of a pod
The kind that only our love
And our heavenly Father could have created.
I couldn’t wait to tell you.
I was so elated.
For 9 months I housed this sensation,
This beautiful representation of love
that would eventually become our son.
I was full with him.
I felt his love.
And I know that deep inside
He felt mine.
Then he was born.
And like a ship sailing off in the horizon
You were gone.
You slowly disappeared.
You were defeated by fear.
Your responsibilities were disposable…in your mind.
You went missing,
You were blind.
You discarded this diminutive illustration
Of innocence and perfection.
Even though he was a reflection of you.
Every little boy needs his father.
And most fathers need their sons.
But you decided to run.
And because you weren’t around
I became more than a mother!
Every time he cried
I sung an extra lullaby
And became more than a mother!
When he needed a hug,
I held him a little tighter.
I was more than a mother!
When he was sick I never left his side.
When he was scared,
I chased away the trepidation.
I was more than a mother!
When I am tired I play with him twice as long.
His laughter is medicine that strengthens my mind.
His smile is like the sunshine.
We have faced hundreds of hardships
But your absence makes me stronger.
And although I could never be a father
My love is everlasting,
Permanent,
Long-Term.
This title I have earned
And I carry it with pride.
I am more than a mother!
