Being A Mom Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

A woman conceives
Having wondrous expectations
For a child yet to be
Knowing only that it’ll
Be unique and little

Will the child she has inside
Have the characteristics
Of both mom and dad…
As her body changes physically
She wonders about the possibilities

When the day of birth approaches
Anticipation of happiness
Outshines any thoughts of pain
The time is now…many hours pass
Before the child is in her grasp

A miracle of creation
With lungs filled with dependency
Child, if the future
We could see…
Only fulfillment would there be

As a parent, there is a tendency
To foresee a path clear and free
With love and unquestionable hope
Guidance is give with spoonfuls of tact
Standing back to see how a child reacts

Fortunately successes are attained
Step by step, one day at a time
When achievements are measured
Save room for unexpected surprises
Beyond the scope of what one surmises

Watching as a child becomes an adult
Now approaching independence
Far beyond the months of pregnancy
The child leaves but does not part
From a mother’s loving heart


3/19/08