Being a Mother

In the quiet cradle of dawn's gentle embrace,

Motherhood blooms, a tender, timeless grace.

From the first flutter within, a bond unseen,

To cradling soft cries in the night serene.

In whispers of lullabies, dreams take flight,

Guiding little steps towards the morning light.

Each heartbeat, a symphony of love's sweet refrain,

Nurturing tender souls through joy and pain.

Days blend in hues of laughter and tears,

A journey marked by hopes, triumphs, and fears.

In the warmth of embraces, memories entwine,

For in the quiet strength of a mother's embrace,

Lies the heartbeat of humanity, an eternal space.