An Honor

Snuggles with new life.

Tummy full,

rocking chair,

slumber smiles,

fluttering eyelids- resisting arousal.

Sweet smells, 

soft skin,

nursing in the dark.

Potential,

innocence;

and a prayer that he'll be

strong,

bold,

convicted,

humble,

and wise.

This is what I was made for;

what I was created to do.

To mother, 

to nurture, 

to sacrifice, love, 

challenge and strengthen.

It's an honor.