two hundred and seventy-three days of being a shelter to the outside world
9 months later out comes your baby girl
the look on your face is anything but surreal
dreaded by society and drenched in tears

eighteen years later
she's all grown
into a fine individual
that you yourself have molded and sewn
together.

guidance and wellness
into a human being
nurture and tenderness
the future is far from foreseeing

another six years
a full-fledged adult
living amongst the youth
the elderly and the kind
everything that is you

no longer a child yet a child to you
forever and always, a love so true

a mother you'll be,
a shelter succumbed to the outside

thank you for being a home from the start
never apart whether in spirit or heart
                                   love, your daughter.