It’s a rough journey,
brutal terrain, ordeals galore
pregnancy, childbirth,
and parenting.
You constantly push yourself back
to ensure they thrive,
not only survive.
I did it all for my little girl,
to the best of my ability,
being her safe harbor,
a shiel against all horrors.
She was watching,
with gratitude for the love,
'thank-you', she was planning.
She learnedto hold crayons.
and painted me in many forms,
in all her arts, I show up,
it means I am swirling,
in her sweet, loving brain,
as knight in shining armor
holding an exalted position.
It is the ultimate honor,
a reward for pain endured,
paid back innocently.
About the Creator
Seema Patel
Hi, I am Seema. I have been writing on the internet for 15 years. I have contributed to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, and Amazon KDP.
I write about nature, health, parenting, creativity, gardening, and psychology.
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Comments (3)
That's so cute <3 She's going to be an artist just like her mama <3
Love the art. Blessings to your Heart. hugs to a beautiful mother of love. . .
You're such a wonderful mother! Loved your poem and her artwork!