Motherhood through 14-Year-Old Eyes

by Annette Woodruff Reil

There is something

Incomprehensibly sweet

In your trusting eyes

And tiny hands.

They reach out

And touch

Something

Inside me:

Anticipated joy.

And there is something

Immeasurably pure

Within the love

In your mother’s eyes.

It makes this painstaking growth

And nearly endless waiting

Worthwhile.