Being a Mother

Being a mother
you give and you give and then one day
gifts rain down upon you in form of clarity that you gave them,
unable to hold it for yourself, they show you how to do it, a bouquet of lillies,
or a special dinner that you don't have to pay for, ending with
a chocolate bag filled with fresh berries and whipped cream.
you could never know this present would be there, or this
clarity, you marched along day by day hoping that you were
doing something right and that love that kept pouring from
your skin and eyes and tongue was filling every pore
of their young bodies, that one day they would be
so full of it that it would overflow,
so happy that it did.