Unconditional Balad Poem by Dorianne Retalic

In the quiet chambers of the heart, Where mystics and sages gather, There blooms a love, unyielding, A force beyond all measure.

The greatest power known to man Is whispered in a mother's lullaby, As she cradles her child, fragile and new, Her love an unbreakable tie.

Through the ages, poets have sung, Of love's ethereal beauty and grace, Yet reality casts shadows upon the ideal, For unconditional love finds its place.

A mother, fierce protector and guide, Her devotion unwavering, unswayed, She would traverse oceans, scale mountains, For her son, she'd wield both light and blade.

But let us not forget, this love has edges, Sharp as thorns on a wild rose's stem, For in her desperate love, she may lose herself, Drowning in depths too vast to comprehend.

She'll lie, weave tales to shield her child, From life's harsh truths and bitter storms, Her heart aches with secrets kept hidden, Yet she dances with grace through life's norms.

And sacrifice? Ah, yes!  She knows it well, For her son, she'd trade her very breath, She'd steal from time itself, rewrite destiny, To keep him safe from pain and death.

But unconditional love, though noble and grand, Is not without its jagged shards of truth: In reality's harsh light, it wavers and bends, A fragile bridge between dreams and ruth.

So let us sing, let us write, Of mothers who bleed love into existence, Their devotion fierce, their sacrifices profound, The greatest power known to man's persistence.

May this reimagined ballad honor the complexities of love—the tender and the fierce—as seen through a mother's eyes. 🌹