a poem-the abundance of motherhood.

daughter is sleeping in my arms, 

making my eyes so heavy-flutter be

as i lsiten to her breathing in and out.

feel her warmth against my chest 

very at peace, in the moment, 

as it is.

knowing she will never be this small again,

i will never have this moment

again,

i revel in each moment of her life from dawn till dusk

each day she grows and evolves

more and more independence

as she discovers the world outside of me

fascinated by every single thing

great and small

i see the world in a whole new light

the joy

the brilliance- the beauty

the mystery-the complexity of it all

i may not have riches and yahts to sail

but i have this:

an abundance of magic

of life

of motherhood.

daughter is sleeping in my arms, 

making my eyes so heavy-flutter be

as i lsiten to her breathing in and out.

feel her warmth against my chest 

very at peace, in the moment, 

as it is.

~paige johnson