Mother

Mother
13-4-14

I am a mother.

I may not have held him
In arms longing to experience the joy
Of a child’s weight.
I may not have seen him
With eyes that linger on sonograms
With a touch of tears.
I may not have smelt his scent
Even through a nose
Coated in snot.

I may not have done these things,
And more,
But I am still a mother
And he is my son.