A Mother’s Love is Endless

As soon as the seed is planted,
the change began.
Not some small modification,
or a born again interruptive flash,
but an ontological alteration.
A change of the soul.

An understanding so deep,
of love, of service, of God.
Instinctive yet unfathomable
A love with purpose, unchangeable, infinite.

Love held in the arms of my child, unrealizable yet present.

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