A woman conceives <br />Having wondrous expectations <br />For a child yet to be <br />Knowing only that it’ll <br />Be unique and little <br /> <br />Will the child she has inside <br />Have the characteristics <br />Of both mom and dad… <br />As her body changes physically <br />She wonders about the possibilities <br /> <br />When the day of birth approaches <br />Anticipation of happiness <br />Outshines any thoughts of pain <br />The time is now…many hours pass <br />Before the child is in her grasp <br /> <br />A miracle of creation <br />With lungs filled with dependency <br />Child, if the future <br />We could see… <br />Only fulfillment would there be <br /> <br />As a parent, there is a tendency <br />To foresee a path clear and free <br />With love and unquestionable hope <br />Guidance is give with spoonfuls of tact <br />Standing back to see how a child reacts <br /> <br />Fortunately successes are attained <br />Step by step, one day at a time <br />When achievements are measured <br />Save room for unexpected surprises <br />Beyond the scope of what one surmises <br /> <br />Watching as a child becomes an adult <br />Now approaching independence <br />Far beyond the months of pregnancy <br />The child leaves but does not part <br />From a mother’s loving heart <br /> <br /> <br />3/19/08<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-a-mom/
