Ma- Ma,
one word, two syllables,
forever imprinted into his mother's mind.
The soecial bond that is shared, is forever their's.
It begins in the mother's womb, and just keeps growing.
The delight in her child's eyes, the spark in their shared smile, the angelic giggle that they emit,
all may seem so small in gesture, but to a mother, every second a precious moment goes by, sometimes small, and sometimes big.
That unbreakable bond that shines so luminously, with such dynamic love for all to see,
soon begins to break and rip apart at the seams, tearing up each other, inside.
Painful, soiled words, exchanged in shouting matches,
Rebellion and independence, wanted and gained.
Was the battle worth it?
Do the pieces still fit
together?
Slowly,
that thin thread left,
begins to rebuild itself, igniting a spark,
a spark that becomes a shimmer, that reconstructs what was lost.
He is no longer a baby, nor teenager, but now an adult, who's on his own.
It's time for him to have children of his own, but he might never get to know,
the true strength of the bond, that scintilates and glows brighter every day, with renewed love.
For only a mother, who carried the child in her womb, can feel the pain of two, instead of one.

Work reprinted with student permission.