The Hidden Woman
I grew from your heart
The stem is still growing
Though you witnessed its start
You never witnessed me knowing
You still hold the stem, we are not far apart
I hold the bud that has blossomed, its beauty showing
My youth was spent there, but I’m no longer in the dark
The stem you hold is the foundation to the woman still arriving.
Your hands clasped tightly, the strength never departs
Your eyes gazing upon the flower, all you give it is your caring
As I carry on into the new year, that will be my start
The foundation of this woman, a mother loving.