My love for you was bliss,
Nothing in the universe,
Could feel as good as this,
Then I grew and time was new.
I opened my wings and off I flew,
After around ten score moons,
My own path I had to choose,
But now I live in similar shoes.
I am with children and with trial,
My matured sense of respect for you,
Is revealed after many miles.
So from a place of compassion,
Understanding and acceptance,
On Mothering Sunday today,
Thank you for your deliverance!
Rowan Blair Colver