i thought a mother’s love came
naturally
like the rising and setting of the sun
like the building of a wren’s nest
like the brook lapping across stones
i thought a mother’s love was
overwhelming
like the rush of a hurricane
like the feeling on the first day of school
like the moment you say goodbye forever
i thought a mother’s love was
unending
like the fluttering of the hummingbird’s wings
like the reach of the redwoods in the forest
like the orbiting of the moon ‘round the earth
why is your love unmotherly?
