Oh My Love, My Child

To love you
Is to suffer
Immeasurably
Delightfully.

For every whine
For every tear
There are thousands
Of coos
Toothless smiles
Jumping jack enthusiasms
Gifted by
Time.

It is not very detached
Not very Buddhist of me
To reach so deep
Into the ground
To intertwine my roots
With the fruits
Of my womb
So I am Mother first
Learner second
Utmost seeker.

Children
Know Me as the One
Who loved you eternal
Forgive me my
Human-ness
Do not see me as
Goddess.
See me for who I am...
Imperfection.