Ode to My Nurturing Self
As I long for the days of my youth, I cherish my days of motherhood
I have outgrown the haunts where I once rooted myself,
like a river overflowing past its banks,
carving new ways through this landscape of life,
where each turn carries whispers of promises,
shedding my youth, reshaped by motherly love.
A budding matriarch, I find myself anew,
a steady hand guiding small fingers,
as we walk together on our journeys,
each step a bond, each day a tender, embodied unfolding,
an unfurling of the life I now tend to and hold.
I was once a dreamer with wide-open eyes,
reaching for distant stars and untraveled roads.
Now, those dreams have softened into something deeper,
rooted in the laughter of my child,
where joy is a world we build together.
I see in my child’s eyes the echoes of my past,
the girl who once danced freely in the wind,
the woman who sought her own reflection in the world.
