How beautiful it is to share creation with God,
A life within another life,
A heart within another heart,
And from one breath, another is formed.

How did we arrive here?
Through the sacrifices of one,
Who gave up her body, comfort, and time,
And endured pain so we could live on this earth.

The sight of every construction site is dynamic,
And the same applies to the mother’s body,
But she with courage and bravery, bears the nailing and digging,
Taking the hormonal changes like a pro.

And when the time is right,
She gives her body away,
To be a home and shelter,
To a life she dreams to see in a few months.

The transitioning to another life,
When women become mothers,
From conception in the womb,
Another life depends on her to nurture and nourish.

From sleepless nights to endless days,
From scarped knee to homework craze,
A mother’s role is ceaseless,
Her love and care are never outdone.

Through all of this,
She finds a way to hide her pain,
For “let children be children”,
She masks her hurt behind a smile,
Hoping the child in her care finds solace and rest.

Over the years, a debate has risen,
Who exactly are the mothers?
Is it those who carry a child in their womb,
Or those who experience the anguish of childbirth?

While these experiences are beautiful in their own way,
They do not fully capture the state of motherhood.
The state of being a mother to one or many lives,
Dying to yourself to see them thrive,
A lifetime of commitment, compassion, and service.

This lifetime of sacrifice and commitment,
Leads to a journey that never ends,
And not to my surprise,
Many believe her work extends beyond this realm
As do I.

Orisabiiya ko sii (No one like a mother),
She once in the unborn and physical world,
Fought for life, for the child she bears,
And after the child grow up and leave,
She carries on this journey, towards eternity.

The ink and paper may wither with time,
But the message it contains shall remain sublime,
Just as your sacrifice and care,
I’ll pen them down, so all may see and read.