The womb and heart overflowing with love
Some mothers’ role began with one small spark:
Deciding to welcome home the new dove,
And now begin her most selfless embark.
The womb empty, but the heart overflows
With longing, love—feeling liens du choix
For with no child, it was this they still chose:
To give age, ear, heart, hand to those they saw.
Me, I’m familiar with both of these kinds
Multiple mothers moved into my life
Without invitation, they came inside
Removing my lonely heart’s constant strife.
Motherhood comes with the choice—not to keep,
But embrace selflessly any in need.
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