Masterpiece

She created these little limbs. The ones that tuck into her now soft skin.

She created these tiny fingers and toes. The ones that cling onto hers.

She created the beating heart inside this perfect small human. The new pulse of her own.

This is what her body made.

And what her mind worked really hard at supporting.

This is sacrifice. Growth. Perseverance.

This is love.

And it’s amazing really isn’t it?

That the body of one can create a life for another.

That the body so often considered as imperfect, creates perfect.

That a love not yet known creates love that lives forever.

This is a mother’s work.

Her creation of love.

And perhaps this will always be her masterpiece,

Even though she never owns it.