A Little Lecture for a Munchkin

My dear sweet child,

eyes filled with rage,

so tender yet wild

beast in a cage.

What fills your heart

with hatred so?

“I hate you, Mommy!”

you said, you know.

Well, one day you’ll know,

assuming you grow,

how much your mommy means.

The world was dark

and filled with fear,

but along came a spark,

so full of cheer.

The thought of you

so small unseen,

was all she knew

yet she was keen.

A queen of queens

lies in your genes.

How much your mommy means!

Long sleepless nights

and tireless days

so filled with frights

and dark malaise.

She shushed your fears,

forgot her own,

wiped away tears,

faced the unknown.

When you’re fully grown,

then you will have known,

how much your mommy means.

Should it arise—

some future day—

a big surprise

comes on your way

And you become

a mommy too,

you’ll make a sum

of all you knew.

Her love was for you

golden days and blue

and through all these remembered scenes

how much, how much, how very much…

…your only Mommy means.