A Mother's Love

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.