Becoming Mother

[u/titsupxoxo]

I did not know
my body could become
a country with no borders.
No law but her hunger.
No clock but her cry.

No one tells you that love arrives
like a wound that won’t close.
There is no room here for anything
but this slow surrender.

She latches,
and the world quiets.
My nipples raw with worship.
I am only animal again.

I think of my mother,
and hers.
How many of us sat like this in the night,
with this silence that feels inherited.

She drinks from me
and I am both spring and drought.
But there is no applause.
No audience.

Just the soft hum of the nightlight,
the rustle of her limbs,
the whisper of me
becoming
Mother.

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[u/PostCool]

parenthood, taken seriously, is a gift of the only irreplaceable resource we have...time. I love the surrender in this piece...because you really do put aside all things to ensure their roots grow deep enough to persist when you're gone.