Motherhood Poem by Houda Boukassoula

She's the one who gave me birth
Breast- fed me to keep on life
On the pulse of my heart and needs
She was a hectic enthusiastic dancer
Waiting for the blossoming of her seeds
She was more patient than a farmer
She was my teacher and my educator
She was my nurse and my doctor
She was my praiser and flaws reviewer
Mum is now growing older and older
Her eyesight is getting poorer and poorer
Those dark large eyes are getting narrower
Yet they show the anxiety of the mother
No longer able to care for her daughter
That's how I learnt to be my daughter's mother
But now, how many hearts do I have to breed
Within my heart to meet my mother's needs
With a motherly love as she spontaneously did
All my affection won't be enough for my mother
It'll be showing gratitude to my mother
As she is in my life the main actor
And I am in her life a mere reactor.