Today, Sunday, May 11, 2025 - Mother's Day
On this special day, I extend my warmest wishes to all mothers around the world. I dedicate this poem to my most precious jewel-my dear mother and to every mother whose love and sacrifice shape our own lives.
IN HER WOMB
In her womb, he fed and slept,
A pure symbol of love adept.
A heavy burden, an uneasy plight,
Yet she bore him, day and night.
With love and care, she bore the strain,
Through discomfort, through the pain.
Was it burden, duty, or choice?
To love, to comfort, to rejoice?
In that soft and tender space,
A nurturing, sacred place.
Swimming in sustenance, all provided,
She kept him safe, love undivided.
Moments passed, time unending,
Her love, unwavering, ever bending.
Even at the journey's end,
Her boundless love she'd still extend.
Now he stands, a grown man,
Guided by her loving hand.
Shouldn't he, in turn, bestow
Love and care, to let her know?
For fair exchange is no robbery,
A smile from her, his greatest glory.
To give her joy, to let her see,
Her love returned, eternally.
-Mike
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