mother’s journey

gently, she kisses
the top of her baby’s head,
wishing for the best

she carries the house
on her well-worn tired shoulders –
her baby gurgles

nights filled with worries
of her baby – her future –
tear tracks carved in deep

the wrinkles of time
mark her face as her baby
grows and blossoms sweet

till the day arrived
when her baby laid her hand
on her mother’s head

telling her “thank you”
for all she has done for her
and laying a kiss

on her mother’s head,
granting to her well wishes
for life beyond life.

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