Just resting my eyes

Motherhood is a gift

I remember praying

With all that was within me

For just one that I could love

Looking to the heavens

Making wishes on shooting stars

There were so many

but for so long

Not one was mine

Motherhood is a gift

I remember praying

With all that was within me

That he’d make it

Wishing on the first star

The path was a tricky one

But certainly worth traversing

He was born imperfect

But perfect for me

Motherhood is a gift

I remember praying

With all that was within me

That I’d be a good mother

Seeking constellations

meant just for him

Harnessing energy

Strong enough to

Illuminate his way

Motherhood is a gift

I remember praying

With all that was within me

That I could shine long enough

for him to find his own light

Fighting the gravitational pulls

Working against me

But even stars grow weary

Before they burn out