A Mother’s Love None shall dispute a mother’s love. Unbreakable, immeasurable, withstanding all! Like a piece of my heart, Was removed; in gestation, Employed, to create another. This shard of my heart lives on in theirs, An invisible line to all that they are, exclusive transmissions, only for me: Causing joy, completeness and love; creating pain, heart-break and guilt. Two shards have been, removed from my heart, fashioned, by my body; into angels. What remains of my heart, is left contorted; Into various states of unrest: One moment, swelled; with love and devotion, at merely the sound of their laughter. In the next, it is squeezed; Pained, and deflated, At the conflicting sound of their cries. And then come the words: ‘I love you Mum’ My heart, for a second, intact again: The shards somehow replenished by them, Re-installed by their modest smiles. The power of the words, They arrest, take hold; With a grip like a gladiator fist, Protecting my heart from whatever thing, May conquer, try to get in. Great armies of things Wage war with my heart. Fear, guilt, and concern, But I am equipped, with a stronger will And I will battle still. They conquer daily, hourly even; But are faced with a stony shell - For my heart has a force, It is armoured and guarded And none shall dispute: A mother’s love. |