I shall never understand
The love of a mother,
Nor will I ever know
What her heart hides.
In her eyes there's a flame
- brighter than moon and sun
and stars -
Glowing, shinning, twirling
Around her child
When she lays her vision
On the wee creature
She calls her own.
Her mind only thinks of
That child.
So intelligent and beautiful,
So smart and determined
- she thinks of the small
child that inhabitants in her dreams.
A mother's tear is dropped:
Her child has fallen
And blood is seen,
Her child is sick
And cries in pain,
Her child is worried
And feels frightened,
Her child won a competition
And smiles out of hapiness,
Her child runs to her arms
Hugs her and says, I love you.
I shall never understand
The love of a mother,
Likely am I not
To even know motherhood.
I envy young women
With healthy bodies
With healthy minds
That can do as their
Heart pleases.
I cannot.
I mustn't.
All I am allowed is
To watch as these
Young women grow old,
Become mothers of many
And understand the
Deep feelings mothers
Have for their
Offspring. And such a
Beautiful feeling it must be
For all of Nature's mothers care
For their own with love and care.
But I cannot be a mother.
I mustn't.
Physicians say no.
You'll hurt yourself,
You'll go to the
Wheelchair.
Oh, but do I care?
I think not.
I shall do as I see fit.
I shall do as my heart desires.
But even so,
Do I dare?
Trying would be fun
- when isn't it fun? -
But do I dare to go all
The way?
Do I possess that
Inner strength needed
To go against their
Word?
I shall never understand
The love of a mother,
Nor will I ever know
What her heart hides.
Likely am I not
To even know motherhood.
Likely am I
To keep living in utopia.