A MOTHER'S FULLNESS

A Mother's Fullness
When from my core, a gentle hunger cries,
My heart expands, a fount of tender grace,
And sweetest milk, a silver river, flies
To fill small lips that seek my soft embrace.
In beauty found, this intimate delight,
A sacred bond, where purest love resides,
As tiny hands hold solace in the light,
And thirst is quenched where solace gently glides.
No sorrow here can truly hold its sway,
For on my skin, a fragrant bloom appears,
Like petals soft that greet the dawning day,
Dispelling shadows, soothing all my fears.
This precious gift, a love beyond all words,
A symphony of joy my soul records

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI