A mother’s heart

A mother’s heart,⠀
It’s not just any heart.⠀
It’s exudes warmth, even on the darkest of days.⠀
It’s the sun breaking through the clouds, and the yellow flowers opening above the weeds.⠀ It knows no different. It’s mission is to love bravely. It’s purpose is to serve selflessly.⠀ ⠀

A mother’s heart,⠀
It’s not just any heart.⠀
It can be torn into pieces, yet mended almost instantaneously.⠀
It’s the open wound of vulnerability, and the cure for all weakness.⠀
A kiss, a smile, a “I love you” can stitch back together the pieces of the most testing of moments, of days and of chapters. ⠀ ⠀

A mother’s heart,⠀
It’s not just any heart. ⠀
It’s stretch knows no bounds, forever accomodating the growing love inside. ⠀
It’s flexible beyond measure, and adaptable beyond circumstance.⠀
The husband, partner, children, grandchildren, great grandchildren. They all have room enough. It makes room. ⠀ ⠀

A mother’s heart,⠀
It’s not just any heart.⠀
It feels the sorrow of little hearts, as though the hurt is it’s own. ⠀
It’s the intangible channel of love, the telepathic connection of life.⠀
The tears, the worry, the pain. They are shared between the seperate beats. They are in sync.⠀ ⠀

A mother’s heart,⠀
It’s not just any heart. ⠀
It’s the beating pulse of selfless love.⠀
It’s the open home for life. ⠀ It won’t always beat, but the memory of it will continue. Today, tomorrow, forever. ⠀ ⠀

A mother’s heart, ⠀
It’s not just any heart.
But a very special one,⠀
Indeed. ⠀ ⠀