The gift of being a mother

Wonderful woman
Lucky among many.
You carry life in your womb
And you are full of divine grace.
Your mother's perfume
And your intelligence adorn you.
In the womb the being of a new life.
There is the embryo of hope
And soon it will be covered with tissue and skin.
Within you, O woman, life moves.
Your womb is a universe of song
And life is like the melody of the stars.
A new light is coming to this earth
A new being wrapped in a mantle of love.
Soon it will open its eyes in this universe
And of hope every beat of your heart.
Maidens surround you
And they also want to be mothers.
Happy women surround you,
Those who also rejoice in the same gift.
There are those who cannot have children
And their sadness changes at the sight of your child.
They long in their arms for a little one like yours.
They clothe themselves in humility and weep for joy.
In your arms the child of your sorrows
And the secret of the joy of your love.
In your arms is like a jewel of gold
And like a precious stone.
The child of your happiness,
Now you care for him and love him.
There he is growing like a climbing infant.
It is growing and growing in size.
To you he never stops being small.
A beautiful adolescent
And different it has grown.
Still as beautiful as the dawn
And its beauty does not diminish in nothing.
He became a man And does not cease to be your little one.
There is in him a mother's love.
You look at him in your old age
And in your old age you love him.

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