The Mother I want to Be

You’re so clear and unclear,
I often wonder if you can hear.

You’re so tiny, so small,
And yet you’re loved by all.

I can’t wait to hold you hand,
And take you to the beach and play in the sand.

To hear your first cry,
And sing you a lula-bye.

To hold you in my arms,
And sheild you from all harm.

To love you no matter what,
To place a band-aid on your first cut.

To see your eye’s and hair,
And touch your skin so fair.

To love you for you and you love me for me for me,
That’s the kind of mother I want to be.


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