Motherhood is like that winter storm
When everything comes to a halt
And no one knows what to expect
And things are done, when they are done
The snow creates a white blanket
To lay the child, the baby's head
The wind murmured a lullaby
Of love and care...
The water breaks like falling rain
And droplets freeze in the crystal clear
Window of a hospital bed
Soon, very soon, we should hear:
Hey! Guess what? Baby is here! ©Gloria photo Gloria
A new rose bud comes,
wrapped in a blanket
of cold and snow
A tiny ray of sun and love
That shines and brights
The darkness nights
The excitement builds
The wait seems long
Nine months
And rose bud
has not come
What it will be?
How it will look?
Nobody knows
But there will be
tears of joy
for a new life
Another hope
To a better start,
Perhaps...
So much potential
In such a tiny one!
© Gloria
Motherhood is like that winter storm When everything comes to a halt And no one knows what to expect And things are done, when they are don...
