To the mothers:
those who have carried…
swollen and round, full and aching, body broken for love,
but have yet to hold.
To those who have have matched the flesh of their own in their first breath
and, enraptured, watched them draw each after.
And to those who loved enough, more than enough to surrender and let go.
To those to whom motherhood came with a price,
To those who began motherhood naive and tender,
To those who have embraced the sacrifice
To those who hold their own in nurseries and serenity,
and to those who hold their babies through tubes and cords and fears.
To those who are the voice for the voiceless,
and to those who stay in their strength as silent warriors.
and to those who face them now.
rocking and hushing and singing through the tears.
To those who know these days pass.
and to those who mix and prepare and ready life for theirs.
to those who keep trying in the inconsolable.
And to those who now celebrate from a distance.
To those who grow their own sustenance, committed and determined,
To those who humble themselves and teach, patient and gentle,
To those who who greet their babes each morning with a kiss
To those who work through the night, and live motherhood through the sunshine.
To those who are holding their hearts within their arms,
and to those who go it alone.
And to those who have been made a mother
To those whose homes are full and noisy and messy,
and continue their motherhood in the grey years of legacy and heritage.
and questions and answers
To the mothers,
and we are humbled to be yours.
Because of you,
we are who we are today.
Yes, to the mothers, our mothers,
to the mothers who have so gracefully raised their boys, the sons who have become our husbands, fathers of the families we together cherish,
my mother who beyond human comprehension has stood and will stand as a pillar of faith, strength and hope for generations to come,
that we are now mothers too and now