My Life is You

My life is you
and suddenly I cannot imagine
what I would do with myself
if I were not your mother.
Back to wondering,
looking for meaning, for purpose
- that I have found.

I am full, full
my heart is full,
every muscle, all my blood
my organs, every bone is full
driven with my purpose
driven every day to provide
to love, to nurture.

My life is you,
and suddenly nothing else matters
the things that seemed precious
pale in comparison to you
For you, I'd do anything
nothing is as important as your sweet faces,
your every movement, your breath, your love.

My life is you and you.