Mother's Song, a traditional lullaby

My heart is like a fountain true
that flows and flows with love to you
as chirps the lark unto the tree
so chirps my pretty babe to me

There is not a rose wherever I seek
as comely as my baby's cheek
there's not a comb of honey bee
so full of sweets as babe to me

There's not a star that shines on high
is brighter than my baby's eye
There's not a boat upon the sea
can dance as baby does to me

No silk was ever spun so fine
as is the hair of baby mine
My baby smells more sweet to me
than smells in spring the elder tree

A little fish swims in the well
So in my heart does baby dwell
A little flower blows on the tree
My baby is the flower to me

Ten thousand parks where deer do run
Ten thousand roses in the sun
Ten thousand pearls beneath the sea
my babe more precious is to me.

 

I heard this poem today and had to post it here. For you to see, for me to be able to read again and access whenever I want. It's lovely and exactly how I feel. Today when my family is celebrating me (and they do it so well!) I just keep looking at my babies and sending silent thank-you prayers toward the heavens. It's true what the poem says: ten thousand roses in the sun, ten thousand pearls beneath the sea, my babe more precious is to me.

To my friends who are struggling with infertility right now I know how hard this day is. Please know that on this day I'm also thinking of you and interspersed with my prayers of gratitude are prayers of hope that everyone who has the desire to be, can someday be a mother.