ObservationIn the glow of birth, I see her face,
A mother's love, a tender embrace.
Through sleepless nights and silent tears,
I judged her struggles, ignored her years.
Now I hold my own, so small, so new,
And feel the weight she bore so true.
Guilt whispers soft, 'I should have known',
Her sacrifices, a seed now grown.
Oh mom, my love for you is infinite.
I'm sorry now, for every sigh, each furrowed brow.
A mother's heart, I finally see,
Means all the world - hers beats in me.0.1639%
